Higherdimension Stories

In honor of the late Alan Rickman, Supporting and honoring the important work of Pancreatic Cancer UK. "My poems I wrote to Alan over time. My notebook is a portal for me to the higher dimension and to write directly to Alan. I also see my notebook as a diary that I share with Alan. On the cover is a vintage drawing of Severus Snape, the character Alan played during the Harry Potter series. I would like to share my writings aswell with Alan's fans & his loved ones. Let's fill our hearts with his spirit. He will always be there for us." Enjoy. Love, Julie x

Key to unlocking our souls potential

Riki's life ended on an ordinary night. Literally. On his way home from work, a black portal suddenly opened beneath his feet and dragged him into a place that should not exist. A world inhabited by strange beings far beyond human understanding. There, he learns a terrifying truth. The higher an existence stands, the smaller the realities beneath it become. Humanity. Universes. Even entire multiverses. To something higher, they may be nothing more than insignificant stories. Now trapped in Existence Layer 5, Riki is forced to follow a single law: Create realities. Gather points. Ascend. Or be forgotten. While other creators build worlds only for power, Riki does something unusual. Using the countless stories he once loved, he begins creating realities inspired by fiction, heroes, monsters, myths, and tragedy. But something starts to go wrong. His worlds grow too quickly. Too naturally. Too alive. And for reasons no one can explain, the fallen champions of his creations keep winning battles they should have lost. At first, people dismiss him as a lucky newcomer. Then a genius. Until beings from far higher layers begin to notice him. "Who exactly is this creator?" Because in a world where gods create universes, even gods may only be fiction to something greater. Author Note: [English Grammar is hard really. I rarely write stories, so if the story is bad or boring, please forgive me. I use AI for translation because English is not my first Language]

Diamonds are the beautiful souls incarnating on this planet right now and the fight we battle to find our light.

The World Before the Story There is a place where the world still breathes. Not as a metaphor. Not as a poet's comfort offered to the grieving or the lost. As a biological fact, a measurable, audible, feelable truth that every man, woman, and child who calls the Fringe their home has known since the first moment they pressed their bare feet to the living ground and felt it press back. The ground inhales. A long, slow, resonant pull of air through earth and root and crystal. Then it releases. Everything alive responds. The forests glow a little brighter. The Silk Liquid in the streams runs a little faster. The children; always the most sensitive instruments in this world;look up from their games and smile without knowing why. This is the Fringe. And to understand what is about to happen to it, you must first understand what it is.