Author Richard Rensberry

Life can change in an instant, especially when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.

For some of us, it’s a spiritual epiphany, for others it can be an occluded blackout.

In our physical universe as we know it, life begets death. Death begets life. That is our physical dimensional reality.

We exist in other dimensions as well as our existence on the physical plane, and thus the life death cycle so engrained into our reality is quite frankly, an illusion. The physical body dies, but the non physical body persists to reincarnate into the physical or live in another dimension altogether. Past life memories are now common place and electronically verifiable.

As my poem depicts, I have experienced other dimensions and have certainty that we have not been alone on this planet from its inception. Humanity is just one dimension of many that co-exists on this one physical plane we call Earth. There are three trillion planets extrapolated to exist just in the milky way alone. Just one of those planets has enough dimensions to make our heads spin. Dimensions and life in the Milky Way?

Even among our species their are many universes not containable within the confines of time and space. Extraterrestrials exist without our agreement. We are phenomenon but not the only ones. Any argument to the contrary is an impossibility so great that, yes, it is impossible. I have been there and have experienced when extraterrestrials shatter the windows to our soul.

Just like humanity, in that experience, I am not alone.

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Cross Over

There exists a world

few have ever seen.  Those that have

are awe struck… completely

turned inside out and upside down

within the realm of what is

and what isn’t.  They instantly know

Extraterrestrials exist, that there 

is no such thing as “death”,

just a soft but vibrant susurrus

from the heart of creation, from the all

of existence, from the very beginning

before the beginning began.  They behold

God is what God is, indescribable

in indefinable terms, incomprehensible

as the all-ness of is-ness

or the everything of forever-ness 

where the essence of man has always been.

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Book 2 in my Conversations With Sasquatch book series Cross Over