There’s a purely magic time in the morning for me — not every morning, but many mornings — where I try to jump into this dimension. You did a good job naming it, by the way.
I picture my consciousness sort of hovering outside of myself, and then I try to just relax and get out of the way. What happens if I’m successful is that all of these strange thoughts and ideas start to fill the empty space. They honestly don’t seem like they’re coming from me, if that makes any sense at all — more like I’m channeling them from somewhere else. The fourth dimension, I guess.
Anyway, after hovering in this space for awhile, I feel different. Like I am a bit different than the person I was just before going there.