Lorna Writes

When I graduated from college in 1986 with a degree in biology and philosophy, one of the first real science jobs I got was as a botanist working for the US Fish and Wildlife Service on the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. I spent 2-3 months there for three summers in a row, in 1987, '88, and '89. What this entailed was getting flown from Fairbanks, where the main Refuge office is, 400 miles north across the dark crags of the Brooks Mountain range, to the small native village of Kaktovik, which is situated on a little island just off the north coast of the continent, at the edge of the Beaufort Sea. The Refuge had their field station in the village of Kaktovik, and this is where we would stage our gear and fly by helicopter to our study sites on the coastal plain of the Refuge. The coastal plain is a region between the north slope of the Brooks Range and the ocean, that stretches from the peaks and glaciers down through rolling foothills, and gradually flattens out to the wetla...

In my first (and previous) post, I described briefly my worldview. The foundational part of that worldview is that there are dimensions beyond the four we normally experience. At some point I'd like to make a whole post about "the case for the existence of Divine dimensions." But regardless of what other evidence or mathematical justification there may be for the existence of such things, that isn't why I know at the core of my being that they really exist. I realize that claiming to "know" such a thing is a bit outrageous coming from someone who is also a scientist. I don't expect anyone else to be convinced that there is such a thing. But I have had three distinct and intense experiences that were glimpses of More, that felt more real than anything I have otherwise experienced. Science has no explanation for these experiences as of yet, but that only indicates that science is always an exploration of what we don't yet understand. Here is the story...