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MIRROR WORLDS 127<br />
"Me too." She places her hand on yours. "But you are sometimes too<br />
intense. It scares me. You need to get more rest. It's late. Let's finish up<br />
our discussion on the fourth dimension."<br />
You nod. "Sally, a single 4-D God might appear as many Gods or<br />
angels as He intersects the 3-D world. We could all be part of some 4-D<br />
entity."<br />
"I don't buy it. How could we all be part of a 4-D creature?"<br />
"Sally, remember Figure 2.18 in which the footsteps of a 4-D creature<br />
appear as two separate humans?"<br />
"What are you talking about? 'Figure 2.18?' We're not in some kind of<br />
book."<br />
You nod. "Here's what P. D. Ouspensky said about it in his 1908 essay<br />
'The Fourth Dimension':<br />
We may have very good reason for saying that we are ourselves beings<br />
of four dimensions and we are turned towards the third dimension<br />
with only one of our sides, i.e., with only a small part of our being.<br />
Only this part of us lives in three dimensions, and we are conscious<br />
only of this part as our body. The greater part of our being lives in<br />
the fourth dimension, but we are unconscious of this greater part of<br />
ourselves. Or it would be still more true to say that we live in a fourdimensional<br />
world, but are conscious of ourselves only in a threedimensional<br />
world.<br />
In another half hour, you are walking Sally back to her car at the FBI<br />
headquarters parking garage. The hard heels of her black shoes resound<br />
hollowly in the large, cement structure.<br />
"Sally, tomorrow, we try to save the president."<br />
"I'll come to your office at eight."<br />
Once back in your office, you hold a handkerchief against your mouth<br />
and nose. The smell of the place is much worse than you remember it.<br />
There is a heavy smell, an odor of putrefaction. Probably the smell of<br />
some of your leftovers or the remnants of some McDonald's hamburger<br />
in the garbage.<br />
You remove a sleeping bag from under your desk. For a moment, you<br />
leave open the door to your office, to listen to any sounds in the hallway.<br />
An FBI agent is often alone. Maybe you should have married when you<br />
had the chance, years ago. But the timing was not right.