Your Friend, The 4D+ Being.

        Imagine for a moment you have this friend, and this friend is not like any other normal friend. No, no. This friend has very unique and profound characteristics particular and distinct to him/her that none of your regular "human" friends possess. This friend is a person whom exists on a dimensional plane and scale much higher than your own or anyone else that you know of. And because of this, their behavior and personal aspects about them are very peculiar and hard to "pin down". What's more, they're a rite pain in the ass to get a hold of through most forms of communication; furthermore, you speak different languages... sort of (we'll get more into that later). Emails are difficult to compose for them to understand, and the same obviously goes for texts (forgot about writing and sending them a letter through postage mail). The only thing that seems to work is the old-fashion and somewhat reliable phone call. So you give them a call, and after several attempts, you're finally able to get a hold of them. Your friend is a very busy person (being a 4D+ being and all), so you're only able to speak very briefly with them. You tell them that you would like to hang out soon and ask if they're free to come swing by your place to have a little chat over some tea (or what have you). Your friend enthusiastically (as they often are with a lot of things, they seem to always be inexplicably brimming with energy) responds with yes, and the two of you agree upon a date and time on which to schedule the hangout, set to be had 3 days from now. After penciling in the event on your agenda, you each bid one another farewell for the moment and conclude the call.

        Now here's where things start to get a little "weird". Because your friend is not a "traditional" friend (in that, they exist only 3-Dimensionally), the circumstances and nature of their arrival and presence thereof is highly "peculiar" to say the least. The same day you placed the call with your friend goes rather smoothly and normally, you engage and execute your tasks with optimal regularity as is characteristic of yourself. After a long day of work and maintaining your abode, you lay down for sleep, eagerly awaiting the day you'll meet with your friend. The following morning upon awakening you have a distinct sense of something being off or not quite as normal they otherwise are. You peg the feeling down to simply waking up on the wrong side of the bed, get up, make yourself a cup of coffee and then go about your daily routine. Today's your day off from work, so you spend most of the day at home. At some point in time, your mother decides to drop by on her way back from a local convention that she attended. The two of you chat for a bit and she gives you small pack of of chamomile tea (despite you hating the taste of chamomile and your mother knowing that that) she bought at the convention before heading off. A couple of hours pass, and then another visitor comes knocking at your door - it's your cousin, towing a rather bulky and hefty bag full of furnishings purchased at the local department store. It's been a little while since the two of have chatted, so his arrival is more than welcomed. The two of you chat in the living room, and he moves the chair that you usually have placed at the corner of the room to near the window, just adjacent to the coffee table, before sitting down on it, explaining that the chair most agrees with him and his back issues. You sit down on the couch on the opposite side of the coffee table and question him on what exactly he bought and why he brought it up with him to your apartment. He explains that he bought a back supportive pillow at the store and wanted to try it out at your place since he lived far in the country and didn't wish to make the trip back to town to return it should the product prove to be unsatisfactory to him. He pulls out the pillow that's vividly red and with distinct curvature that entailed it's ability to fit the form of an adult back. He leans back on the supportive pillow, let's out a long sigh, and explains his dissatisfaction with the product as it did not meet his expectations. After that, you two have a chat for a while, before he picks up his bags and heads out, leaving the pillow behind. You call out to him, stating that he left his pillow behind, but simply yells back that he didn't want it nor really wished to go through the hassle of returning it, and to consider it an "early birthday present" from him. You're taken aback a bit, since such behavior somewhat unusual coming from him, but you concede and yell back your thanks as you saunters off to his car.

        After your cousin, 3 more family members show up, each coming bearing gifts of some kind, and each somewhat altering the layout of your home upon coming in to have a dialogue with you. Roses from your younger sister (that she begrudgingly received from an ex and was ridding herself of them by giving them to you), lavender aroma spray from your older brother, and caramel wafers from your nephew. Each and every individual gift and the scenarios by which they were relinquished to you were very uncharacteristic coming from the party that issued them. After a long and quite unusual day of unintended socializing, you lay down on your bed and reflect upon the somewhat absurd events of the day before gently falling asleep.

        The next day you awake somewhat earlier than usual due to your room being uncomfortably warm to the point were you're practically sweating. You sluggishly get up and check your AC's thermostat, confirming that it's still the same temperature as set it at before you went to bed. You attribute it to just your own body going AWOL as you likely didn't eat enough yesterday before you slept. You take a cold shower and then get ready for work, all the while that same strange sense of peculiarity that you had yesterday emanating from your gut, but now echoing off your very heart. On your way to work you turn on the radio to your favorite station. The DJ announces abruptly after the commercial break that they'll be playing a premiere song from the new album of your favorite artists, and the song title of which is "Chat with a strange friend". You're taken a bit a back from this title's slight relation with your current situation, but it down to nothing by mere coincidence. The song begins to play through the speakers; it's pleasantly melodic and masterfully put together as expected from the artist. But then the song gets to a the chorus, and after paying close attention to the lyrics you're taken even furthermore aback then you were before as the lyrics almost precisely emulate the discussion you had with your friend over the phone, with little tidbits of your chats with your family members sporadically placed throughout lines following the chorus. Suffice to say, you're somewhat shook, but push the shock to the back of your mind as you arrive at work. You have a rather uneventful work day, executing your tasks with somewhat presently distant attention but nonetheless with competence.

        Once you arrive back home, you plop down on your living room couch and contemplate on the irregularity of the current events. When all of a sudden, faintly but distinctly, you hear what you could have sworn was your friend's airy laughter from the other side of the room. You jolt upright and shoot your gaze in the direction of the noise, even calling out for your friend or anyone else. No response meets you back. You once again shake it off, and get up to fix yourself something to eat. As you looking down at the counter of the kitchen attending to the preparation of your meal, you look up only to see what looks like the frame of your friend's figure entering your room, very briefly, but once again clear enough to be distinct. You drop what you're doing and run off to your room, once again calling for your friend, checking every corner and crevice in case some possible intruder. You find nothing. These extraordinary events continue, up until the point where you start to believe you've lost your mind. One event occurs were upon waking up from a nap on your sofa, you see what looks like your friend once more sitting across from you smiling, only for them to disappear once you get up. Another occurs as you're fixing yourself a beverage, and you hear what sounds like friend's voice saying "Honey. Please.". And another figure of friend walking across your living room as you watch television (this one quite distinct). Another line of dialogue slowly fades in part-way of some conversation, then slowly fades out. Finally night arrives, and you decide to retire to bed early, swiftly drifting off to sleep as your head sinks into the pillow.

        You awake once more in the morning, feeling much more hot than the day before, but this time feeling somewhat less "uneasy". You simply decide to lounge about your home until your friend arrives, staring blankly at your TV screen; the idling screen of your set-top box showing an image of a smiling woman, of who looks almost identical to your friend, gazing at you from the screen. Finally, the time arrives. Your phone ringing in the still silence startles you - it's your friend. She informs you that she's pulling up now. As you hang up the phone, you hear the knock at the door, and you go to answer it, and open the door to greet her. To say that her attire and very figure are vibrant or luminous would be an understatement of the century. You invite her in and she accepts. She looks around the room, before locking her sight on the chair your cousin had moved and had left his pillow on. She swiftly glides toward the chair and sits promptly on it, he back pressed firmly against the pillow, declaring her love for the color red and the fabric of the cushion. After hearing that, you feel implored to then point her attention toward the roses your sister left you, stating that she may have them if she wants. She is ecstatic and highly grateful, humbly accepting your offer. You sit down adjacent to her and begin to have a bit of chat, having already sit the tea pot on the stove to heat. Your friend then looks at the bottle of the aroma spray, and asks if it's okay that she lightly spray it as the smell of lavender puts her palette in the mood for chamomile tea with caramel wafers. At that very moment, you lose your composure, shooting up from the chair and demanding that she explain herself. You fly into a long-winded recounting of the recent events leading up to her arrival, and even go so far as accusing her of running some manipulation scheme upon you and your family. The tea kettle then goes off, letting off it's high-pitched whistle from the water within reaching it's boiling point. You rush off to remove it from the heat, looking up toward the living room the kitchen bar at your friend - her gaze with sad expression tinged with guilt fixed on living room floor. You come back and sit down next to her. She apologizes with a meek voice, explaining how it's difficult for her to control "it", and asks for your forgiveness. You're not quite sure what she means, but you can hear the sincerity in her voice and so you decide to forgive her. Afterwards, you get back up, ask how she wants her tea and she responds back with "Honey. Please." You come back, serve her the tea and wafers, and the two of you have pleasant conversation from there on out. A significant amount of time flies by and before you realize it, it's nighttime outside. You walk your friend to the door, embrace each other for a bit, and bid each other farewell before she then takes her leave. And then after that... the same nature of events that preceded her arrival happen once more roughly in the same span of time, this time starting strong and then fading in their "intensity" as opposed to building up as they did before.

        This is what it means to exist as a 4D+ Being that permeates consciously throughout time and space. Certain events manifest within the environment and through it's (the environment's) organisms that act out facets of their (the 4D+ entity) very essence of Being, Their wishes and/or perquisite conditions. These events both preceding and proceeding their very arrival. The duration of arrival and Their Presence thereof are as malleable as the very assets they utilized to "secure" it. Your 4D+ Friend.