Reality as Membranes: A Vision of Entangled Thresholds

I recently had a vivid and direct vision in which I perceived reality as a living, breathing matrix of entangled membranes. Threads of energy, memory, matter, and meaning looped and folded into one another – each membrane with its perspective, time frame, and dynamics.

Soft and hard interfaces. Fluid boundaries. Transitional spaces through which something always wants to move – if the conditions allow.

It is not the first time I’ve had this insight, but it was particularly sensorially rich this time. I saw that reality is made of infinite membranes, layered and shimmering like the surfaces of cells, each one selectively permeable. They move. They stretch. They pulse. Some thresholds let things pass freely – like oxygen or ideas that move without resistance. Others require effort, energy – an act of will, a ritual, a crossing.

Some membranes are like the cell’s passive channels, letting resonance and intuition flow effortlessly. Others function like gated pumps, demanding intention, commitment – like moving against the crowd, across a cultural norm, or through a rite of passage. These moments are active transport, paid for with attention, energy, or sacrifice.

We pass through membranes all the time without noticing:
The breath before we speak.
The quiet before a decision.
The pause between looking and seeing.

Most of the time, these liminal membranes are invisible to ordinary perception. But when consciousness softens – when awareness becomes more osmotic – it is possible to sense them. The invisible architecture of life becomes tactile. Alive.

These membranes hold paradox:
They connect and separate.
They protect and invite.
They limit and transform.

They are the unseen anatomy of becoming. And each one is a portal.

This understanding holds whether you’re consciousness is living through the momentary flickery perspective of a thought or the slow tectonic unfolding of a mountain. It is as true for the critical membrane around a living cell as it is for the ecotone between forest and grassland, or the event horizon of a black hole.

A language barrier is a membrane of meaning. A social bubble is a boundary of norms and shared codes. An airport is a transit membrane where individuals are filtered, sorted, and reassembled by geopolitical protocols. A religious worldview is a conceptual membrane – shaping what is let into consciousness and what is repelled.

Membranes exist at every scale, across every timeline:

• A bacterium filters nutrients through its membrane to survive.
• A mountain range, in geological time, becomes a membrane between weather systems, cultures, and ecosystems.
• A worldview structures reality as a selectively permeable lens – some ideas enter and reshape it, others are rejected or distorted.
• A firewall that protects your digital environment and decides on the data flow.

During my vision, I looked at my hand – and it, too, was a threshold. I penetrated the conceptual membrane that usually forms the hand. The distinction slowly dissolved. Everything around me oscillated between a blurry, incense-like dissolve and slimy physical strings, depending on my choice of perspective.

To see these thresholds is to wake up inside a more relational world – where nothing is fully fixed, and everything is in motion. Like a cell balancing internal and external states, we too live in tension with our environments. We can choose to seek isotonic balance. A state of dynamic equilibrium. Or we can go for more protective tension-based states. 

Our lives are not linear paths, but vesicular journeys – folding, budding, merging across thresholds of states of being, thought, time, identity, and space. And in each passage, something shifts.

This vision is not just poetic – it’s a lived invitation. To perceive membranes is to remember that thresholds bear the intelligence that permeates and holds everything. The necessity of permeability, the sacredness of timing. Once you see them, you move, listen, see, taste, and feel differently – more aware, attuned, intentional, and alive.

And the world, in turn, becomes more alive with you.
More mysterious. More reciprocal. More entangled.