#parallel universe

This is one of my absolute favs.

Play It Again by metisket

(3/3 I 63,306 I Teen I Sterek)

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

So last night I was listening to a subliminal while trying to get into the void state. After a while I felt something was weird. Like for one second i couldn't hear anything (not subliminal, my cr , nothing) and then I would hear everything for a few seconds and again for one second nothing. This continued for a few times.

Guys this is what my waiting room looks like. Isn't it beautiful 😭.

I'm attempting to shift here. My s/o is Song Kang.🫣

I scripted him as my best friend who is from another universe who has supernatural powers.😚

Hindi ako naniniwala sa reinkarnasyon. Hindi ako naniniwala na kapag namatay ang isang tao ay maaari siyang bumalik bilang ibon, halaman, o pusang nakahiga sa bintanang tinatamaan ng araw tuwing hapon.

Hindi ako naniniwala sa mga ganoong bagay. Katulad ng hindi ko paniniwala sa parallel universe sa ideya na may isa pang mundong umiikot kung saan magkaiba ang naging desisyon natin, kung saan hindi tayo nagkahiwalay dahil lamang sa maling panahon at pagod na mga puso.

Ngunit nakapagtataka, no?

Kapag ikaw ang dahilan, ang dali kong talikuran lahat ng paniniwala ko.

Dahil kung totoo man ang reinkarnasyon, nais kong bumalik bilang isang pusa. Hindi dahil gusto kong magkaroon ng siyam na buhay, kundi dahil alam kong mahal mo sila. Alam kong sa bawat pusang lumalapit sa’yo ay may lambing kang hindi mo kayang ipagkait.

Gusto kong maging pusang pupulutin mo sa kalsada, iyong dadalhin sa bahay, papatulugin sa tabi mo habang umuulan.

Sa ganoong paraan, kahit minsan man lang, mararamdaman kong minahal mo ako nang walang pag aalinlangan.

At kung totoo man ang parallel universe, sana mayroon doong bersyon nating dalawa na hindi nasaktan ng pagkakataon.

Isang mundong hindi tayo naging “muntik.” Hindi naging “pwede sana.” Hindi naging kwentong tinapos bago pa man magsimula.

Baka sa mundong iyon hindi mo kinailangang piliin ang iba at hindi ko kinailangang matutong mabuhay na dala dala ang pagkawala mo.

Baka doon sabay tayong tumanda. Sabay nating pinanood ang paglipas ng gabi, habang ang mga pangarap natin ay hindi na kailangang ipagpaliban.

At kung kailangan kong maniwala sa mga bagay na walang siyentipikong patunay, sa mga kwentong hindi kayang ipaliwanag ng lohika, gagawin ko.

Dahil mas madaling maniwala na may ibang mundong naghihintay sa atin kaysa tanggapin na dito sa mundong ito hindi talaga naging tayo.

Paniniwalaan ko ang bawat alamat, bawat teorya, bawat imposibleng bagay kung ang kapalit naman nito ay ang pag asang makakasama kitang muli.

Kahit sa ibang buhay. Kahit sa ibang mundo. Kahit sa anyo ng isang pusang hihiga sa kandungan mo habang dahan dahan mong hinihimas ang kanyang balahibo.

Dahil kung may mundong hindi ikaw ang dahilan ng pagluha ko, at hindi ako ang dahilan kung bakit natuto kang lumayo

sana doon, sa wakas, matutunan nating mahalin ang isa’t isa nang hindi tayo nasisira.

There is a mirror universe consisting of antimatter.

What is a anti-universe?

Anti-verse is a theoretical concept proposing a mirror universe that operates with reversed time and is made of antimatter. Based on CPT-symmetry (which will be discussed later on) this theory suggests that for every particle or action there is a corresponding, opposite reaction or antiparticle in said mirror verse moving backward from the beginning of time.

How would this be possible?

During the big bang tow singularities collided as a result creating our universe, when these two singularities collided there is a possibility that a mirror universe similar to ours was created made up of anti matter.

When we apply CPT-symmetry to our universe, one would realize that our picture of it is not complete leaving a doorway for something more, what would be on the other side of that door would be an anti-universe.

What is antimatter?

We know that our universe is composed of matter. Matter is made up of miniscule particles called atoms. These atoms are made up of protons, neutrons and electrons. Anti matter on the other hand is the complete opposite of regular like fire and ice. Antimatter has opposite properties from regular matter instead of protons antimatter has antiprotons, instead of neutrinos antimatter has antineutrinos and instead of electrons we have positrons .

What would an antimatter universe look like?

One may think that an anti-universe would have glass that reflects glass in the opposite direction, broken things would fall back together, the laws of physics itself would work in the opposite way. I mean antimatter has the opposite charge of regular matter, so t would that not be logical? Well scientists used to believe that a anti-verse would be identical to ours in every aspect based on the property formally know as CP-symmetry. The C standing for charge-symmetry which means that every particle has a twin with a opposite charge and the P standing for parity-symmetry referring to the symmetry of the universe that is all three directions in our world have opposite directions in the alternate universe. This would mean that the law of physics ae the same no matter what the location is and what type of particle is being referred to. Later on scientists found out CP-symmetry did not work for certain weak nuclear reactions. This observation led scientists to be puzzled for years then they finally figured out how to solve this mystery. They added another letter to CP-symmetry creating the acronym previously referenced know as CPT-symmetry, the T standing for time reversal symmetry. This would propose that the antimatter universe flows from the future to the past. So the antimatter universe would be a mirror to ours but with the time flowing backwards meaning people would age in reverse like Benjamin Button.

I’m heavily pregnant.  So pregnant that I can’t tell if I am full of food or babies.  Or both.  Ha.

We just finished having dinner and I see the way I walk out onto the open deck which leads down unto the yard which, if you keep walking past, eventually leads into the woods. We live near. Or in.

It’s a surprisingly cool summer evening and the stars are starting to come out slowly and I can hear crickets all around.

And an owl.  The same owl that I’m pretty sure has made it a point to stop by and visit us every night.

Our backyard is filled with some nice patio furniture.  Nice?  New-ish, refurbished, nothing too fancy-ish because I don’t have time for all of that.  Oversize comfy cozy chaise lounge chairs.  And one of those swings.  A big patio swing. A green one that blends in with the background.  And I found these cute string lights somewhere, I can’t remember where but they go around the deck.  Giving off a nice warm glow. 

We have a large bay kitchen window in front of the sink that faces our backyard and tonight it’s your turn to tidy up and wash dishes 

I can see the way you watch me through the window as I walk out. Or better yet waddle out.

I can see how calmly you wash the dishes.  I can feel how slow and relaxed your breathing is. 

 the way I waddle out onto the porch. Bare feet on the wooden floor.  It seems like it takes me forever to get across to the small set of steps that lead down and out into the yard.

I reach the steps and before I go down I look out at the trees and gently rub my big belly. I grab hold of the rail but before I take the first step down I look over at you and yell out

"Hey!  Hey you standing there watching me!"

 The way you look at me. 

As if I were the most precious and loudest thing you've ever heard and seen. 

I laugh and say

"My love, can you please bring us a sweet treat."

You nod your head. I turn around and start to slowly make my way down.  It's only a few steps down but I feel like I ran a mile.

My bare feet feel so good in the cool grass.

 Everything feels like it has slowed down. Neither one of us is worried about time.  It feels like it doesn't even exist.

We're surrounded by so much green.  

You started your garden that spring

Its neatly tucked in a corner of the yard.

You’re so proud of it and I love watching you tending it early mornings.  I find the way you have turned something like gardening so strategic?  Something that people usually get ther hands dirty in, feeling earth and you have a plan for everything that has to do with your garden. And I giggle to think how you only let me get close enough to take a peek but everything has it’s place, there is a reason for all the things. There is a certain way that you take care of that garden, protecting it, not more, not better, but the way you protect, and I’m reminded of every moment you protected me.  And I think that’s really what I admire.  What it is I really see.

A light breeze sweeps through the trees and reaches me as I stand in the yard staring up at the sky.  I’m standing there in the white flowy cotton dress that somehow seems to also look fitted in all the right spots of my voluptuous pregnant body 

but I begin to feel a bit confined that even the thin cotton dress feels too restricting on my body.  And you watch as I slowly take it off.  You lick and bite your lower lip as you watch me standing there so naked and free.  And all you want in that moment is to touch my soft, warm, milky skin.

As soon as you finish up you walk over to the fridge. You insisted on one of those touch screen ones.   I never asked why.  I figured it was a compromise I was willing to make as long as I had my say in the way I would eventually have my plants living inside.  From our bedroom, restroom, kitchen etc. The home would forever remind anyone that ever had the privilege to set foot in our home, of a you and a me and the way we could find a way to combine. No matter the item or the room.

You use, your finger to write a quick note for me to see later but you didn’t use words.  A symbol.

You then proceed to open the door where you find a small dish of pineapple chunks and strawberries.  You had cut those up as I worked on dinner not too long before.

As you're about to close the door you notice a can of whip cream, so you grab that too.

Just in case...

You quickly make your way towards where I am standing in the yard and set the bowl and can down on a small table by one of the chairs.  I turn and watch as you get comfortable on one of the chairs then pat your lap.  An invitation to for me to have a seat.  I laugh and waddle a bit to get to you.  My warm naked body makes its way slowly and you hold my arms as I get on top of you and wrap my arms around your neck.

 You begin to caress my swollen belly as I sit on your lap.  Your fingers tracing all over my skin.  Around my nipples.  Gently squeezing the soft of my titties.  You make your way to my ass cheeks and give them a big slap.  It feels so good.  You feel so delicious.  And for a moment we are still as we stare into each other’s eyes.  Taking the moment in.  No words.  Just the feel of all that we are, what we created and it makes me want you more than I have ever wanted you before. 

And trust me, I have wanted you and have had you so much and so many times before.  But we’ll save that story for another day. 

Where was I?  Ah yes. 

Time doesn’t exist and we stare into each other’s eyes.  Feeling the energy.  Feeling the moment.  Feeling how pregnant I am.  Knowing that a part of you, was growing inside of me.  And I begin to kiss you hungrily.  Deep, strong, loving kisses.  And you let me.  You let me pour all of me into you.  And when you begin to pour yourself into me, I can feel the way our souls play.  The heat that each of them bring.  I begin to pull at your shirt and you quickly take it off.  You start to kiss my neck and lick my chest.  Long juicy strokes of your tongue going up and down and all over my flesh.  I moan.  A moan so loud it seems to make it’s way out into the dark.  A never ending sound that found it’s way back in to me and I moan again as I feel the tip of your tongue swirl around my breasts until it reaches my sweet spot…nip.