Letters from the Continuus 1 How I enter the Continuus

Allow me to introduce myself. I am a participant in what is customarily referred to as “The Continuus.”

I have no name and no title other than “participant.” This letter, and others are being written to you for I
believe myself to have originated in the place you call Earth in the place you call The Universe. At this
point, I must dash the hopes that you may think there is only one universe (a block of space-time). In
fact, they are multitude and may even be infinite in number. That being the case, there may be so many
Earth's and I may have the wrong one. Even so, I will give you a description of my experiences that
there may be a record for posterity.

I might have had a life such as you, the reader, except for the intersection of fates. Many of the details
remain opaque to me. Here I was, as a happy as any homo sapien, when, in the blink of an eye, my
perception was whisked into darkness. My mind was devoid of any form and completely segregated
from any notion of reality except itself. I was in fact, disembodied although other scenarios approached
my mind when “it” first found itself there. Was I dreaming? Did I unknowingly ingest a drug and start
hallucinating? Was I dead? The last did not feel to be the case but how could one know for sure?
Certainly not I.

In any case, where time is at the behest of the entity in charge, I “floated” for an unknowable length of it.
The human mind, though, was meant for thinking and it will do so constantly, even without an
environment for such activity. Images floated in “front” of me. Images of loved-ones, of knowledges
gained, of people met in travels, peers, personal possessions. They came quickly and departed as fast.

Fortunately, I have something of an organized mind (as most people do if they stop to recognize it) and
very “soon” (how soon in infinity?) brought my raging imagination into focus. An environment started
to shape itself. It was small at first but grew to where I could perceive it (myself?) as a place. How can
one perceive without senses. I do not know, even now, but I can assure you that it did happen. I have
heard that life is self-organizing. So it must be for I felt myself organizing into a form. Imagine yourself
being a piece of land, a rock, a grain of sand, a multitude of objects, each distinct yet tied to a whole.

Of course, to perceive truly, there must be an exchange of energies, of particles, and of forces. Being a
product of reductionist thinking (I struggle against it even now) and trying to transcend those boundaries,
I thought it best to organize from the least complex to more complex. I created tiny bits of matter (?) and
lumped them together. The process of creation is very exciting yet very complex. Without experience, a
mind will stumble a great deal. So it was with me. A lumpy universe was the only way to go for me but
how lumpy? And where should the lumps go?

Events ran on. I would say also time but who was I to know. At first I was a total klutz at creation. That
was to change but it would take much practice. I would have become very discouraged but that is a
complex emotion and I hadn't created the means of expressing them.

I could go on and on with my story but I have much else to do and your time is finite. I will therefore
leave you with this beginning and the promise of returning to continue the story.

In spirit and infinity,

Continuus Participant