Continuing the theme of the hidden door to the transdimensional worlds here’s a quirky thing to think about. Beyond the door are fields of energy infinitely vast, beyond anything we can comprehend. In those worlds, realities bend and fold in and out of each other, endlessly alive and changing all the while.

Once when I was in there on a journey, I asked if I would be allowed to see God. Seconds later a being came up beside me. I couldn’t see what kind of being it was but it felt holy and good, so I didn’t freak. Somehow, the being whizzed me upwards and backwards at a vast speed through a universe that receded from me. Eventually I arrived at God. The being said, “This is God, do you see?”

I was shocked to discover that God was an orange, oval-shaped cloud, the shape of a NFL football. It was a very large cloud maybe a thousand miles across, all made up of little orange molecules of human emotion. Orange fog, I’d say.

I could see through the god-cloud quite easily and way in the distance, maybe a million miles away, I could see the planet earth below me. I thought to myself how strange, God is nothing more than a cloud of emotion of a billion or more people that prayed for something today, something they hope for.

It’s quirky to think of billions of people who worship a human-type god that doesn’t really exist. In the vast fields-upon-fields beyond the door there is no Buddha, there is no Jesus, Allah? Forget it! When people find out they are praying to a fog of little orange bubbles they might be jolly upset and a bit lost maybe. Still, maybe it is part of everyone’s eventual journey to realize these strange things.

I think that is why God can’t raise you up. He is only a cloud; he couldn’t boil an egg if he had to. And what will we say of those that claim they have been selected or risen up by God? Or, what about people that say the cloud wrote a book about tribes fighting in a bleak little desert a million miles away.

It would be impolite to call them demented, and yet if they saw the silliness of the orange cloud that they claim as their authority, they would die of shame on the spot. Their bones would fall off their shoulders. Best to keep shush about the cloud, I reckon. Here, read this silly book that the cloud knows nothing about and go and be nasty to loads of people who don’t agree with you.

The problem for us frail humans is when we see the fields-upon-fields we are soon overcome by them. It’s easy to be conned into believing we belong to those elevated worlds and that we are supposed to carry that power back for others. It’s foolish. The fields prefer to stay hidden I reckon, and anyway no one could even start to understand them—not even the greatest scientists in the world. A three dimensional genius is lost in a multi-dimensional reality. Imagine the floor becomes the ceiling and the walls turn inside out and swap positions and then the whole room floats off downwards at 45°. You can’t work out the mathematics of a world that won’t stay still; it fries your brain. Then to write a book and pretend it’s the sacred word of the orange cloud is really nasty and bent.

It’s the crime of the fallen angel over and over again, hoping to become a god or hoping to be seen as a representative of god by others. Failing that, they will try to establish a ‘god-person’ for others to follow. It’s a control mechanism that makes them feel important. But in effect it’s a crime against humanity, because they use a cock ‘n’ bull story to entrap and disempower people.

One day we’ll have to be set free of the apostles of the orange cloud.

In the fields-upon-fields there is no god, not in the way we think of god.* If it upsets you, best leave it alone for now and stay here. But there is a great goodness over there and there is a creative spark in all things. It’s a type of God Force radiance but there is no god as a bloke, or even a goddess as a female god. The god-like beings over there seem androgynous, neither male nor female.

Beyond the door, many of the very high spiritual beings are like nature spirits, half human, half animal, but to offer humans god-like nature spirits would spook people out. Humans like to think they are above nature. But in effect we are anti-nature, just common predators.

If you want to come to a new sophistication, imagine a creative spark in all things; a goodness, and there you have it. Then imagine vast beings, the size of a star, that can turn themselves inside out and outside in; they move constantly changing colors all the time. They are the ones that care for this planet and they are trillions of miles beyond the orange cloud.

Morpheus in the Matrix says, no one can tell you about the fields-upon-fields, you have to go and look for yourself. He was right. If you wonder how you will ever get there don’t worry, trust me, I met a bus driver once.

© Stuart Wilde 2005 - www.stuartwilde.com

*If you have a need for a human-god like a Jesus say, one will be provided for you once you die and once you can perceive in the mirror world, which we think is probably the spirit world. That world is a construct made up from the human mind and so there are Christian heavens and saints and Buddhas, and all manner of stuff in there to keep you happy. It’s celestial room service; you can have anything you believe in. Just dial “9” for transformation and wait twenty minutes.

But that world is close to this one, a replica. It is as stuck as we are and it’s not beyond the fields; it’s this side, our side. So it is a world of illusion that evaporates once the human mind eventually gets tired and peters out. In other words, you can go to heaven but it doesn’t last long. It starts to melt like hot chocolate, the corners fall off and you have to move eventually.