IN MEMORY OF ANNE STRIEBER - Respectfully Submitted with Love, Awe, and More Love...

In Memory of Anne Strieber

Respectfully Submitted with Love, Awe, and More Love…

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;

For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally

And death shall be no more;

Death, thou shalt die.

John Donne 1572–1631

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SOLVING THE COMMUNION ENIGMA

by Whitley Strieber

ISBN 978-1-585-42917-2

(Copyright 2011, Whitley Streiber – All Rights Reserved)

by Walker & Collier, Inc.] UnknownCountry.com

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EXCERPTS …

[…] Once the mirror of expectation is

shattered, the door of perception is open,

and there is something there, something

alive, looking back at us from where the

mirror once stood.

[…] My father had some secrets.

When I was about twelve, he gave me

a desk from his office to use in my

room, and after the workmen had set

it up and left, I found a photograph

stuck in a crack in the top of one

of the drawers. It was of my father.

It had been taken in what looked like

a North African setting. There was a

coffin being held up by two men in

soutanes and fezzes. Lying in the

coffin with his eyes closed and his

hands folded on his chest was my

father. Of course I was amazed by

this picture and took it to him

immediately to ask what it was.

He ripped it into small pieces and

flushed it down the toilet. He never

said a single word about it.

[.Pages 24-25..]

Chapter 2 – The Mirror Shattered

Because I was so shocked in my

childhood, I lost my belief in the

stability of the ordinary world. I live

in a permanent state of unease, but

also a permanent state of wonder.

Ask any close-encounter witness what

is real. They will tell you at once, it

isn’t what you see around you. This world

of pretense in which we live is just like

a shattered childhood, a very different

place than it appears.

[. Page 38..]

Chapter 3 – The Lost Finders

On a few occasions, I had the

chance to ask a question of a visitor.

For the most part, this happened deep in

the woods at night. If I glimpsed one of

them, I would sit on the ground and collect

myself, enter a meditative state, and then

ask my question aloud.

Usually, there was no response — in

general, I suppose, because they weren’t

really there. But on some occasions, they

were, and once when I asked a question I

got a response… I asked, “What does the

universe mean to you?”

Instantly, there appeared in my mind a

bright, clear image of a closed coffin.

I cannot explain how this was done, but

can only say that these vivid, television-like

images were a common way they had of

communicating with me. I might add that they

were also among the strangest things I have

ever known. They weren’t simple images.

With them came what I can only describe as a

sense of a person, an intimacy of being, that

had conveyed a taste of the personality that

had created them.

[…]

I wondered how anybody could think of

our mysterious universe this way? But then I

realized that, of course, they have probably

reached its limits, or worse, discovered that

reality has no limits.

I can see the claustrophobia that would

attend to the realization that one is trapped

in an infinity that could never be escaped.

In fact, I can feel it.

It’s like being in a

room you can never leave, or a prison.

What would the world be like without

mysteries? It is a claustrophobic and desperate

idea. And what if it goes on forever, endlessly

repeating itself, star upon star, galaxy upon

galaxy, universe upon universe?

If so, then there is truly no escape, not

for anybody who understands this as a certainty.

For them, it is indeed a coffin, and our

innocence is a kind of freedom that must be

among the most precious things that they know.

[.Pages 70-73.]

Chapter 6 – What Might They Want?

There is in physics a concept called

alternative history. It has nothing to do with

the usual speculations about Atlantis or

whatever, but rather with what appears to be the

truth about reality, that the universe is not

a single, isolated entity at all but a component

in a vast multiverse that includes parallel

universes that are literal, physical places.

Every possible outcome of every event happens

somewhere, in what is probably an infinity of

universes, forever expanding into a void that

is without end.

It is a shocking idea, and when considered

in the context of the coffin I was shown by the

elderly visitor, it becomes an infinity from

which there can be no escape: an unending,

chokingly claustrophobic emptiness.

[…]

So could the existence of the multiverse

be at least some of the reason for the bizarre

effects associated with contact? Could there be

some way to cross between parallel universes?

[…] In this universe the whole anomalous

enterprise may be an apparition being projected

here by some sort of arcane technology or mental

state that enables a crossing of the invisible

gap between the worlds. So might they not be us

in another state?

[…]

Chapter 12 – Deliverance

Who are we?

Chapter 16 – What Is to Come

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[…]

Whether M-theory exists

as a single formulation or only as a network,

we do know some of its properties. First,

M-theory has eleven space-time dimensions,

not ten. […]

Also, M-theory can contain not

just vibrating strings but also point particles,

two dimensional membranes, three dimensional

blobs, and other objects that are more

difficult and occupy even more dimensions of

space, up to nine. These objects are called

p-branes (where p runs from zero to nine).

[…]

The laws of M-theory therefore allow

for different universes with different

apparent laws, depending on how the internal

space is curled. […] M-theory has solutions

that allow for many different internal spaces,

perhaps as many as 10^500, [a 1 with 500 zeros]

which means it allows for 10^500 different

universes, each with its own laws.