10th Dimensional Beings Novels & Stories

she said proudly. “What if someone just stumbled into it?” I asked. “I mean… it can’t be seen, but how can it not be touched? Couldn’t you walk through it even though you don’t see it?” “That would be difficult since we actually exist in an altered dimension. We are still on earth, but we are hovering in a different vibration. We are opposite everything out there. Even our population is not like those on the outside,” she said. “Some of us have been around since as early as the twelfth century B.C.”

Across the Nine Heavens Ten Lands in the Bleu Celestial Realm, all living beings felt their souls tremble as if some mighty entity had been born. Amidst that sense of unease, vivid images of 3,000 paths shimmering with divine light flooded their minds. The phenomenon seemed to transcend time and space, etching themselves into every being's consciousness. It was as though their minds were no longer their own, but instead, was being overridden by those inexplicable visions. Generally speaking, only beings below that of royal celestial would experience something like that, but it had reached a point where even the great royal celestials found themselves grappling with those intrusive images.

I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my seemingly endless existence with her in whichever home we chose. "This is dimension 6, and which dimension did you come from?" I asked her cautiously as I stepped forward slowly. "I am from dimension 10 Azak, and no, I'm not evil, those of us born in the even numbered dimensions were able to be saved by our father, it is in the odd dimensions that we were stolen by and eventually succumbed to the darkness." The Fae Queen of dimension 10 told me as she slowly began to stand.

They have contact and provide certain minerals to the Hyperboreans. " You must return, you are weakened. Your body resists the unknown environment. " I don't want to, mine is here ... " You have a mission to accomplish up there with them ... " Which mission ? " No, no, I don't want to go back ... The pale being made his appearance and told him: "You must write about us and alert the world to what is coming. The planet will enter the fourth dimension, those who inhabit the surface will have to disappear, not only through the environment where they live. , but because of their wrong beliefs. They are polluting EVERYTHING. It affects us too. The planet will be inhabited by semi"ethereal beings

They had stumbled upon the Silent-Others—a civilization that existed entirely within the "Un-Concept." The "Silent-Others" were not made of matter or energy. They were "Statues-of-Stillness." They appeared as titanic, frozen "Geometric-Monoliths" drifting in the dark. They didn't have a "Great-Engine" or a "Union." They were "End-States"—beings that had achieved such a high level of "Order" that they had ceased to "Function." They were "Perfect-Artifacts" of a billion forgotten multiverses that had eventually "Crystallized" and been ejected into the outer dark.

All dying. "Call them in," Jack said. "All twelve?" Marcus asked from his anchor position. "All twelve. If we are building a choir, we need all the voices." Colonel Torres's secure channel crackled. "Sterling, you want me to let twelve unidentified dimensional entities into your building? The same building where your baby, your grandmother, your grandfather, your parents, and every person you care about are currently located?" "Yes, Colonel." "You are either very brave or very stupid." "I have been told the distinction is academic."

Not the single powerful being we faced in Quebec, but multiple smaller presences that dart between dimensions, feeding on the chaotic energy while gradually establishing footholds in our reality. "Parasites," Lama Tenzin identifies them through careful observation. "Beings that cannot exist in stable reality but thrive in dimensional chaos. The artificial amplification creates perfect feeding conditions." "How do we get rid of them?" Emily asks, her instruments recording energy signatures unlike anything in our databases. "Starve them," Ani Dolma suggests. "Remove the chaos they feed on by restoring natural order to the manifestation process." "While the Chinese facility continues generating

The first dimensional tourist arrived on a Wednesday. Wednesday afternoon. Grace was at school. James was in class. Most people were at work or living normal lives. Then reality shimmered in the middle of the bar. Not violently. Politely. Like knocking before entering. Through the shimmer stepped a being that looked almost like a large cat. Almost. Except it had six legs. And eyes that shifted colors. And fur that seemed to exist in more dimensions than three. "Greetings," it said. Voice melodic. Pleasant. "I am Whisper-Through-Stars. I come from the Felinus dimension. I request permission to observe your community."