June 10, 2012

Does time create the sounds of silence?

   Solemn, slowly aligning with charge flows the fountain of time:  it moves so fast in its spiral that we miss the fact that speed has quickened and we are flying through space at a rate well beyond our norm.  The compression of the 24 hour day is such that i am not certain that we have 8 hours in a day at this point - aging happens in conscious (oxidizing?) time, whereas healing happens in unconscious (reducing?) time.  If conscious time shrinks, does unconscious time increase?  What exactly is the time relationship?
   Water, the essential solvent, does not work in the same manner as other liquids.  Water seeks self more that any other entity, congregating in groups that define a particular resonance frequency.  This tone is altered by the composition of the water - the mix of chemikles that polarize the stream into different phases.  We are used to water the liquid, but water the solid is just as essential.  Ice is nice.
   The realm is altering the pattern, because the old pattern has produced catastrophic failure. Or is that metabolic failure?  Pathways are shut, pace is altered, flow develops new rhythm.  No blame, as the i ching reminds us that other philosophy from other times has been buried, not dissipated.  We feel material presence recurring from our ancient selves, but it feels like real time - there's that icky sticky time thing again.
   Time folds and repeats itself in rhyme.  This is why things seem familiar and the age ago that 'when' happened is connected in another different way than happenstance.  There are hints and clues; those who have figured howdt the path have been sworn to silence (or moved into futures past!)  The timeline of history is broken into segments that have happened and those that haven't - a lot of how did we get there from here is that we didn't - we got here from there.
   And thus the return of the goddess, Venus - bringing a dispersion of people to our other times, some of which have happened and some that will be created by our predecessors in the forthcoming.  Trying hard to recreate what had yet to be created. We are the ones who are returning; we will recognize ourselves in other forms - only seeing what we imagine we can see.  Open up and turn on the light.  The lesson to be carried forth is to expect simple miracles as being commonplace and life will turn miraculous.  Expect doom to add to your gloom and your apocalypse starts now.  
   The tower of babel is the nuclear family : we are stardust, we are golden, we are one person, we are two together, we are three for each other.  And it's one, two, three: what are we fighting for - don't ask me, I don't give a damn, next stop is viet nam:  and it's five, six, seven, open up them pearly gates.  Well, i ain't got time to wonder why - Whoopie!  (Hint:  we ain't gonna die).
   So, uncle sam needs our help again, got himself in a terrible jam.  Pull the plug - this reality is what we create and peace is the final victory.  Celebrate, be at peace with yourself.  Then make peace with all the persons who will accept peace in their heart and perhaps, the candle will melt and the visions that were planted in my brain, still remain.   The rocks see time from a different perspective.  Rock On.
   Namaste'   doc

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