Pigeons and Dimensions
Created | Updated Mar 5, 2002
In my search for another dimension, or, in particular, a gate to this, I recently stumbled across a peculiar fact.
A friend of mine, not one of the clever ones, asked me where the hell all those damned pigeons came from. We were having outdoor lunch in the park and yes, there was a lot of pigeons here, I thought. Then he asked me if I'd ever seen a baby pigeon.
As you might guess, I haven't. In fact, i believe no one ever has. Ask anyone around you, they will all give you the same answer. The ducks show their kids off walking across streets (usually with a policeman stopping traffic and a guy from the local newspaper taking pictures) and almost all other birds have their life documented on Discovery or equivalent channels. All but the pigeons.
This had to be the key. The only explanation to this extraordinary fact had to lie in another dimension. And if I somehow managed to find out where, in fact, all those damned pigeons came from, I would be at the Gate.
And so my quest began. I went researching in the park, but soon realized that this was too small scaled for such an important task, I had too look at the bigger picture.
After some theoretical input at the university I discovered that almost all pigeon-subspecies had Italian names. Well it looked Italian to me, anyway. So I decided to go directly to the source, and went to Venice, Italy. (Great way to combine work and leisure, I thought. I'd always wanted to go to Venice).
And what a struck of pure luck that was. I was obviously on the right track now. The city was crowded with pigeons. I followed the increase in pigeon-density and ended up on a plaza in front of a really old church. The ground was gray with pigeons. They were everywhere. And it seemed like they were popping out of the church tower, flying some rounds around it before joining the rest on the ground. This had to be ground zero.
I entered into the really old church, which looked even older inside, and went immediately for the stairs to the tower. Unfortunately, I was stopped mid-stairs by a huge uniformed Italian making it pretty clear that I had absolutely no buisness whatsoever in the tower, without speaking a word English. Italians are clever that way.
So after being firmly walked back out on the plaza by another uniformed Italian carrying a machine gun I could do nothing else but watching those pigeons entering our world, our dimension, through the Gate, that was not for me to see, in the tower.
As I stood there, I had what I later realized to be an insight into the divine. This was obviously the exit from the other dimension into ours. All I had to do was to find the exit from OURS dimension into the other. And since the number of pigeons rose rapidly around me, this was not the place to look. The entrance to the other dimension had to be where pigeons were not.
I am conviced that this place exist, since I, except from the usual roadkills, have never seen a dead pigeon. The place has to exist, where the pigeons leave our world and enter the other. And I will find it. In time.
Peace and prosperity to you all
Yours sincerely
Runnings
A friend of mine, not one of the clever ones, asked me where the hell all those damned pigeons came from. We were having outdoor lunch in the park and yes, there was a lot of pigeons here, I thought. Then he asked me if I'd ever seen a baby pigeon.
As you might guess, I haven't. In fact, i believe no one ever has. Ask anyone around you, they will all give you the same answer. The ducks show their kids off walking across streets (usually with a policeman stopping traffic and a guy from the local newspaper taking pictures) and almost all other birds have their life documented on Discovery or equivalent channels. All but the pigeons.
This had to be the key. The only explanation to this extraordinary fact had to lie in another dimension. And if I somehow managed to find out where, in fact, all those damned pigeons came from, I would be at the Gate.
And so my quest began. I went researching in the park, but soon realized that this was too small scaled for such an important task, I had too look at the bigger picture.
After some theoretical input at the university I discovered that almost all pigeon-subspecies had Italian names. Well it looked Italian to me, anyway. So I decided to go directly to the source, and went to Venice, Italy. (Great way to combine work and leisure, I thought. I'd always wanted to go to Venice).
And what a struck of pure luck that was. I was obviously on the right track now. The city was crowded with pigeons. I followed the increase in pigeon-density and ended up on a plaza in front of a really old church. The ground was gray with pigeons. They were everywhere. And it seemed like they were popping out of the church tower, flying some rounds around it before joining the rest on the ground. This had to be ground zero.
I entered into the really old church, which looked even older inside, and went immediately for the stairs to the tower. Unfortunately, I was stopped mid-stairs by a huge uniformed Italian making it pretty clear that I had absolutely no buisness whatsoever in the tower, without speaking a word English. Italians are clever that way.
So after being firmly walked back out on the plaza by another uniformed Italian carrying a machine gun I could do nothing else but watching those pigeons entering our world, our dimension, through the Gate, that was not for me to see, in the tower.
As I stood there, I had what I later realized to be an insight into the divine. This was obviously the exit from the other dimension into ours. All I had to do was to find the exit from OURS dimension into the other. And since the number of pigeons rose rapidly around me, this was not the place to look. The entrance to the other dimension had to be where pigeons were not.
I am conviced that this place exist, since I, except from the usual roadkills, have never seen a dead pigeon. The place has to exist, where the pigeons leave our world and enter the other. And I will find it. In time.
Peace and prosperity to you all
Yours sincerely
Runnings
