All in my head: The Fifth Dimension

Physics can not investigate human personhood; atoms aren't qualitative.

“For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.”

—Romans 8:5

We are not our bodies.
They are the garments we wore for a time,
stitched in bone and breath,
good but not eternal.

To cling to the flesh
To crave its permanence is to forget
that even Christ let go of his.
He walked out of the grave,
but did not walk among us.
He rose, not into the air,
But into God.

Living forever in the body would be no gift
It would be hell.
The flesh, with its hungers,
its wounds, its pains, its fears,
to carry these forever
would be to carry death itself.

We were made for more
than digestion, gravity, and skin.
We were made to become.

So when we die,
We are not ended,
But awakened.
We cross not into place,
but into presence—
The fifth dimension of God,
where there is no time,
no up or down,
No before or after.

We are not “there.”
We are everywhere.

In this new life,
we are not flesh and blood
but light and memory.
We do not walk—we resound.
We are remembered into being.

We are not judged.
We are known.
There is no hell here—
only healing.

You are yourself,
and more than yourself.
You are in me,
and I in you,
as Christ is in us all.

The trees remember us.
The rivers hum our names.
Even those we feared
Embrace us,
because fear
Cannot follow us here.

Taste is memory.
Color is compassion.
Sound is intention.
We no longer speak—
We behold.

This is not the reward for a good life.
It is the truth beneath all life:
We live in God.
We were always going home.

In the afterlife, we are not bound by place or time. We awaken into the fifth dimension—a realm beyond the four we knew on Earth. This is not a “heaven” above or a “place” after, but exists always in God’s presence, fully open to us through love. Here, we are no longer individuals as we were—we are eternally present in one another, in God, and the fabric of divine memory.

There are no gates. No hierarchy. No separation. All are equally known and loved—not for what we did, but for who we are: reflections of the divine imagination. We are all interconnected.

Our physical bodies fall away like scaffolding after a cathedral is complete. The body, like Christ’s, was a vehicle for love, creation, and transformation, not a permanent container. In this fifth dimension, we are formless and full—ourselves more than we ever were through connection with our souls.

We “move” not through space, but through love and thought. We experience all moments at once. Every touch, every word, every act of justice or kindness is eternally alive here. We are embodied in remembrance, not in flesh.

There is no pain, no punishment. No forgetting. We are remembered into being, eternally. Even those we did not know on earth—strangers, ancestors, enemies—are now part of us, and we are part of them.

There is no loneliness, because we are never alone. No need to speak, because we are perfectly known. No fear, because nothing can be lost.

This is what it means to be resurrected—not reanimated, but made eternal in love.

You were always immortal because God doesn’t create life to destroy it. Flesh is a tool.