Related poem: “Marionettes of Fractured Dimensions“

Sselecaf the Grand

Ever since the first encounter, I started to notice a constant presence in my life. It was a lot weaker than the intensity I had experienced in the moment of paralysis and darkness of the eternal. It didn’t feel the same energy that the entity had, it was different. Softer. Sweeter.

It seems I had accidentally brought back a different unknown entity, piggybacking on my existence and being ever present along side me. The energy I could feel irradiating from it was fragile and mostly existing just within the background. Like the cosmic background radiation. Though I could still sense it, especially in moments of deep anguish and despair. It would speak to me, though it was a language that I didn’t understand. 

It sounded like English, and it was technically English, but the vocabulary and concepts that were used were on a different level. Almost like English was being used to try and convey higher dimensional concepts and happenings but to no avail getting across to me with my lower dimensional mind and capability of understanding. 

Two years after the first encounter, this other entity presented itself to me, though it had no physical body, a ball of pure light energy could be seen floating around me and trying to converse with me. Colours indescribable and a glow emanating from it brighter than a supernova explosion. “Th.. the… Grand… Ssel.. ecaf…” leaves its metaphysical lips and brandishes my ear drums. Like it is directly manipulating the vibrations in my inner ear through pure thought to produce the words it wants my brain to interpret. Then after a long pause, it again speaks “They call me that. Called me that rather. Long ago when five dimensional matters still interested and affected the likes of me. These days, after spending so long in dimension eight, the things that I’ve seen and experienced. Anything below six dimensional happenings is mindless and as interesting as one dimensional matters are to those that reside in the third dimension.”

Questioning the Inexplicable

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” I said, stupidly seeing as there was a severe lack of any doubt. “Who else mortal? I don’t see anyone but you around these parts, unless you count the many higher dimensional beings that are sneaking around in the lower dimensions and feeding on easy pickings. I could be considered one of these. Though I am not feeding. I’m quite full already, I must say.”

“Feeding? What do you mean?” I say inquisitively, asking for what the hell they are going on about. None of this has made much sense so far and I’m struggling to understand why I not questioning this situation more than I am. It almost seems natural to me. Like I’m talking to a friend. They softly say “I am a being of eternal light that exists in a higher dimension to your own. The eighth to be exact. I won’t bore you with too much information as your mind is likely too immature to understand such matters. To get to the point, I witnessed you getting possessed by something from a higher dimension that my own. I believe it to be from such a high up dimension that it has lost all dependance on needing a physical form. It exists purely in a non-spatial realm and can see all and nothing at the same time.”

“This entity has immense power, and is more than morally corrupt. Evil to say the least. A dark entity existing in a likely dark realm. No spacetime, just emptiness and itself. Drives one insane, causing them to end their contract with reality and become a manipulator of all time and existence within the ten dimensions. Each time dimension a mere set of roads and highways for it to travel with ease and flow from one avenue to the next. Though it struggles to put itself into the spatial realms and realise a form that entities in those spatial dimensions adjacent to the time dimensions could actually see. This is it’s curse. Only being able to materialise under specific circumstances where a victim must be picked that has an unstable mental state at the time. Once a suitable victim is found, it begins…”.

I scream “Wait just a second!”. I’m left utterly confused and overwhelmed. “Why are you telling me all this? What does it mean?”. 

Marionettes of Fractured Dimensions

The entity whispers “You’ve been chosen. An invisible link written in invisible ink has been created between you and they. They want you as prey and will stop at nothing to ruin your day and feed off of the life and soul energy that consumes you with their darkness and disarray. As it envelopes you, mental despair and anguish will grow and grow until they have you completely under their thumb as their play thing. Put on strings, attached to each of your limbs and a final string embedded into your mind and reaching all the way through to your soul. Cursed are ye. Doomed never to be free. You see.” poetically woven through a language native to myself and at a level that I wouldnt be able to perform. 

This language isn’t even their own native language, likely they have superceded the need for language yet they can string together such a combination of words with no effort at all. The beings of these higher dimensions must be on a whole different level to us. I cannot comprehend it. Pure intelligence of the highest degree and still being able to peirce the communication range and talk to a lesser being such as myself.

“You’re a poet, I see. How did you learn to speak like that? Seeing as your not even from this dimension.” I ask, trying to hide the fact I’m impressed. They respond “Intellectual pursuit once took me along the path of mastering communication with the lesser beings. The way I speak could be seen like that of a caveman compared to those in dimension ten and how they sew letters into words and words into magic. Trust me, it’s all relative. Now enough of this meaningless chatter. I have been following you for a short time now. Two years I have had my eyes on you, stalking you could say. Though I am not an evil entity, nor am I really good in a sense. I am mostly neutral in nature and wish only for stability and order to take course in the ten dimensions. I could be seen as a device put into place by some grand creator that is meant to level the playing field and allow for natural development to go forth with ease.”

“I wish to stop maleficent actors on their endevours to poison the dimensions and their inhabitents with their incredible amounts of power and control over the universe. Some of them even have control over quantum happenings and are able to flip a quantum event in their favour, at the smallest scales in the universe events unfold that can go a multitude of ways. Normally these events are able to unfold to the grand plan in a supposedly random way that fits with the natural course of the universe and how it should happen. However, when these malicious actors get involved, without the consent of the top greater powers and the council of the seventeen, they move things to go in a direction more akin to their own liking. This is unacceptable and can cause harm to spacetime, rippling out a wave of unprecedented change and destruction to the many timelines within the whole of the ten dimensions. These events are known as ‘multi-dimensional cosmological fluctuations’ and are what I am tasked with cleaning up.”

“So you’re a janitor on a multi-dimensional scale then? Cool.” I say whilst giggling and trying to hide the slight smirk on my face. “Yes, perhaps it is so. Though the work I do is so advanced, eighth dimension janitors day to day work is like the work of top level theoretical physicists from your dimension, cubed. Twice.”