Science fiction. Come true.

Not sure that I’ll ever fully understand. The concept of parallel universes. Existing. Alongside our own. Where the rules of nature and physics are much different. I yearn. To slide into one of these universes. Perhaps upon my physical demise. Allowing me to exist. In a non-physical form. As spirit. The passage/transformation would occur. Immediately. Upon death.  The ceasing of physical existence. But still I would exist. Makes me wonder. If dementia. Is a form of slow, gradual travel. To one of these parallel universes. Where one is stuck. With one foot in our earthly physical universe and the other in a non-physical parallel universe. Where spirits reside. In a Nirvana. A place devoid of physicality. Sounds a bit complicated, doesn’t it? Like entry into a fantasy realm. But that’s how it would feel. Upon initial entry. One would have to take time. To adjust. To a totally new form of existence. Ah, sounds fantastic. Like science fiction. Come true. --Jim Broede