Time Goes By

Time is not linear, though it may seem so. I believe time flows in a circular motion, flowing upwards in a spiral like a slinky. As we move above these various “points” in time as we circle around once again, we begin to see patterns in existence. This at times can be quite literal when we experience de ja vous, or when reading a sign. This makes sense to me. And though time seems to pass at a quickening rate as I get older, truly I am living the same distance in the moment allotted, and time getting shorter or quicker is just an illusion. I can return to my youth, my early sense of time and existence, if I sit quietly and notice the patterns in my existence. Perhaps this is why when we do a timeline of our lives, or what we call an inventory of our lives in the program, it feels as though we are pulling back the layers of an onion. As we get older, there are more and more patterns to be noticed, as our life did begin at a certain moment, and will cease as well. This can bring up the very controversial subject of abortion, and all I have to say to this is that you cannot injure the soul. Our bodies are simply vehicles of dust and cells, and will return to the earth as we journey onward in an out of body form. It is possible that this “illusion” of time that we live with on this plane, ceases to exist when we leave our human form at the time of death. We return to the light, the expanding universe that is endless, until perhaps we are born again on the purely physical plane.

If time exists in a spiral then, is it ours alone, or is it universal you my ask. Are we experiencing time together and sharing this journey, everyone traveling alone, but on this communal spiral of time? Or are we all separate in our lives. I believe this feeling of separateness is just an illusion, even if we all have individual souls. I have often asked myself, if my soul can be reborn to a new body, and is in essence mine and mine alone, does my soul have a lifespan as well? Can my soul actually ever die, or is it eternal? I believe this is where the belief that there is an eternal life in heaven after we die comes from. Perhaps heaven itself is eternal, and we spend some time there, and then can choose, or hope to choose, life in a new human form, or animal for that matter. Do animals have souls as well? What about other life forms, spiders and trees for example? Are we as humans extremely unique that we have souls and other life on this planet does not necessarily? Perhaps spirit is a better word. All I know for sure is that the form I will take after this body expires, is full of endless possibilities and truths that I believe are beyond my current comprehension as the person, Emily Moon, that I am today. I cannot say for sure what will happen after death. Nobody can. But I can believe and hope that it is beautiful, full of life, and so utterly astonishing that it is impossible to understand or comprehend.

And this is a good thing. Mystery is wonderful. My life and the time I have spent spiraling through existence is essentially a mystery. I have to accept that there are so many things that I may never know or comprehend. That there is truth beyond me, and essentially a power or powers greater than myself all around me every day. I am grateful for this revelation, as I learn to give my life over to God, and have faith that these patterns that I see and experience are proof of divine order, maths, and heavenly signs that make me feel small and large at the same time. Because I am both small and large. I am made up of cells and atoms, and I am on a planet with a moon in the Milky Way. Perhaps time, like reality, moves in and out in this way. Who knows how it really moves? Time, distance, progress, evolution, does have a flow to it. Many of us return to the metaphors of flowing rivers and floating clouds. The river is stationary but also ever changing and moving. The clouds are real, but constantly changing and evolving. Today, I am grateful for the beauty of nature all around me and the endless meaning I can gather from simply existing as a part of this beauty. As time passes, I grow more comfortable with age and wisdom, and ultimately the eternal unknowing of the Universe and God.