If we could view the omniverse in a macro scale across all of space time, we would see an infinite fireworks display of cosmic proportions. The size of the singularity required to burst space time varies depending on the region of space time it occupies. The fabric of space is not uniform; there are infinite variations in its relative strength and stability so that some regions may be able to withstand singularities that have swallowed up billions of stars form multiple galaxies without rupturing while others may rupture upon the formation of much smaller singularity made from hundreds rather than billions of collapsed stars many times larger than sol. The universe created by the rupturing of such a small singularity would be ephemeral and incapable of forming new stars and planets of its own from the matter ejected. Not so when massive black holes that have swallowed up thousands, millions or billions of galaxies reach the breaking point; these will eject their stored mass and energy in big bangs of their own that will eventually generate new stars and planets in a new universe of seemingly infinite size to the average man, woman or amoeba observer—precisely as happened in the Big Bang that created our corner of the universe that combined with all others in the multiverse for the one incalculably massive omniverse. Behold, E pluribus unum on an unimaginably large scale that contains all of the infinite number of individual universes in the multiverse.

When our universe reaches the maximum rate of its expansion, it will begin to contract as the weak gravitational force pulls back matter into an ever-decreasing space. As the fabric of space time compresses, it will be strengthened, allowing for truly massive black holes to merge before bursting forth into one or more new universes—one more potential multiverse within the all-encompassing omniverse. The process continues ad infinitum, with new universes expanding, collapsing, and redistributing their mass, spawning ever-smaller versions of themselves, replicating self-contained, multiverses of their own, much like a fertilized egg, with cells splitting in half, growing exponentially into an organism that is greater than the sum of its parts. The omniverse is a living, evolving, growing organism in which each universe in an endless number of multiverses is just a cell, replicating itself in an organic process we can no more understand than a self-aware electron, neutron or lepton in an atom within one of our body’s cells can understand us. The omniverse is a part of God, or the collective consciousness, and none of us can ever grasp the full organism any more than a cell in our body or its smaller component parts can hope to know us.

But we are more than the smallest particles in an unfathomably large omniverse. Self-awareness links us to that unfathomable body—to the mind of God, or to the universal spirited element, if you prefer—in a way that is much more vital than our seeming insignificance within it. We are the universe. The universe is us. We are God; God is us, to borrow a phrase from Heinlein. We are linked to all the multiverses that ever were and ever will be by our consciousness, energy that flows from the omniverse through us, and connects us each to it not just in the particular segment of space time we currently inhabit, but to the very fabric of space time itself.

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The brightest minds on Earth are no better qualified to unravel the secrets of the omniverse than the aforementioned brightest amoeba in a drop of pond scum, being equally limited by their perception of reality and their meager capacity to grasp the mind of God. The only difference is that the amoeba does not fret about such things and is blissfully free of any arrogance or delusions as to its capacity to understand the inner workings of its universe.

It does not take a scientist to quantify, measure, assess, test and prove the essence of the universe. Western philosophy in its inexorable march away from Plato and towards the children of Aristotle with their blind faith in the scientific method, their belief only on a reality that they can touch, taste, smell, see, hear and quantify, rejecting all else, has brought us no more closer to the attainment of truth than the most careful deaf and blind man attempting to understand an elephant by spending a lifetime examining the end of its tail. Knowing all there is to know about the observable world is about as useful as knowing all there is to know in a drop of pond scum to the exclusion of the rest of creation.

A scientist will never take the leap of faith required to truly understand our universe, let alone the omniverse, since they have faith only in what they perceive and process using the scientific method in their personal drop of pond scum. It takes a poet, a philosopher, a dreamer or perhaps simply a fool to grasp the essence of what lies beyond the incredibly limited range of our own knowledge and senses. To know just how little we know about anything, take what the best minds can tell us about quantum mechanics. “Spooky action at a distance.” Really, Einstein, is that the best you could do? There is more truth in William Wordsworth’s Intimation of Immortality (to say nothing of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave which obviously informed it) than in the collective works of Einstein, Hawking and others whose names are synonymous with genius. And unlike Einstein, Hawking and other prodigious scientific intellects, Wordsworth (and Plato) have never been proven wrong or reversed themselves in the essential theories they espoused. The truth is that a child in a happy home knows more of the true essence of the universe than the collective knowledge of scientists from the beginning of time through to its end.

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The plane still sits in a hangar with its deadly cargo in a Middle Eastern country awaiting its flight. I can do nothing but wait and perhaps dream another lucid dream. I have no illusion about being believed or having any power to change the outcome. Nor do I have any delusions about the universe attempting to contact me directly again. My only hope is that some who read this may take a leap of faith of their own and prepare for the coming end of days. And that they may take some solace in the knowledge that even a black hole will not destroy our part in the collective mind which will survive and flourish somewhere else in the omniverse. Who knows, perhaps others will receive the “gift” of this knowledge in a dream delivered directly by the collective consciousness which is always with us, always ready to communicate, if we are receptive to receiving its messages.

Beyond our corporeal veil, beyond the limitation of our space time, beyond the duality of our natures as both potential saints and sinners, beyond good and evil and beyond the hopelessness of existentialist despair, we are eternal, we are connected, we are one united by the spirited element and forever cradled in the mind of God