Transdimensional Eddie 01 – Meeting My Doppelganger [MM]

“Breathe in… breathe out. Breathe in… breathe out. Now, let your mind venture across the veil and into…”

What a load of crap.

I’d been at this for months, listening to Master Graham’s recordings on crossing into other dimensions. I participated in the online forums. I did the meditations. I ate lots of fruit and avoided fatty foods. I detoxed, I cleansed, I’ve had more fiber than I’ve ever had in my life.


Frustrated, I shut off the meditation and went onto the forums looking for tips. Same things as usual. “You’ve got to believe!” “How do I get rid of doubt?” “I’m struggling with…” “I did it! (obvious lie)”

But then one post caught my eye: “Maybe the reason I’ve been having such a hard time is that I don’t have a deep, primal reason to meet my alternate self.”

Damn. Good point.

I mean, when I really think about it, the only reason I wanted to hop between dimensions was because it would be a cool thing to do. I didn’t have any specific reason to go into another dimension and have a conversation with an alternate, identical me.

Of course, if I did meet an exact copy of myself… I mean…

I chased those thoughts away and got up to get a drink from the kitchen. I’m having a beer. Fuck it.

It was a bit hot, but I hadn’t felt like running the air conditioner lately. Instead I had all the windows open, blowing through the bedroom, office, and livingroom/kitchen area. The breeze felt good, and I stripped off my t-shirt to cool my body a bit better.

As I cracked the beer open and took that first delicious sip (nothing like that first gulp on a hot day!), my mind drifted to my “why” again. Why did I want to hop into other dimensions, visit other worlds? What might be a good primal reason?

Fuck it. It was time I admitted to myself what I was thinking. I wanted to skip across dimensions to fuck.

The first stages in the learning process were all about “meeting your alternate self”, about some vague idea of elevating your soul or finding the big answers in the world by talking to an exact copy of yourself and giving yourself the love and support of someone who truly understands you.

And sure, that sounds great, but what I really wanted to do was learn to skip around from one dimension to the next until I found one where people were hungry for my cock.

Look, it’s just the truth. I’m not proud of it. But a man’s got needs, and where do you even meet anyone these days? I haven’t had a date in over a year now.

I slumped on the couch in my boxers and took another sip.

So, the first step had to be to meet myself, but at the same time I needed a “primal” reason to do so.

I reached inside my boxers to adjust myself in the heat, and then something else “primal” occurred to me. I began to stroke and tug at my balls, working the shaft lightly as I began to get hard. The boxers came off, and I looked at my circumcised cock. It wasn’t especially huge or anything, in fact it was pretty average, but it had given me a lot of happiness over the years. I was proud of it, kept it shaved and trimmed.

Stroking it fully hard now, I only wish I could reach to suck it. Damn, if I met my exact copy, I’d suck his thing in a heartbeat, and he’d suck mine. We’re the same person, after all. It would basically be masturbation.


Maybe this is exactly what I need to focus on. Maybe this is the key to making dimension hopping work.

I went back to the bedroom still naked and sat on the cushion on the floor where I did all of my meditations. Inside my mind all of the different phases of meditation started working – the relaxation, the connecting with self, imagining the tiniest shift of my body into a new world – but this time, I imagined a copy of myself doing the exact same thing, sitting on the floor naked, waiting for me, breathing, his mouth waiting for my cock…

The sensation was like doing a summersault, and when I put my hands out to catch myself they smacked onto the hallway floor.

“What the hell… how did I…”

And then a voice came from the bedroom: “Whoa. It worked.”

I looked over and there I was, sitting in the exact same spot where I started the meditation.

We both stood up.

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