CATEGORY: HIP SPIRIT DATE: MAY 3, 2017
With a steaming mug of hot herbs in my quiet enclave, it is wisdom I seek.
Somethings got to be done about time, now! Of course y’all know this.
I had a birthday. My birthday suggests that I had a beginning 60 years ago. However, is this conclusion, as David Hawkins states in Truth vs Falsehood, “the automatic by-product of selective observation and hypothetical rather than a confirmable reality”? I thought after-all, that I had a confirmed “real” birth certificate.
In my mind, I don’t feel any age, but rather an ever-expanding awareness that the more I focus on LOVE, which as a point really includes everyone, everywhere and EVERY TIME, does seem like now.
Then I try to contemplate “future is born in the eternal now” and “age is simply a state of consciousness” from Spalding’s, Masters books…my brain starts smoking! You mean I only need to live life as it is, accept it as it is and NOT measure it by years and material standards, that NOW is the only acceptable time?
Holy smokes!
I wake up a bit earlier than usual, deciding to start my daily stretch, bending my lower legs at my knees back so my feet lay flat against my butt, I dosed a bit, when I woke (again), my legs were snoring, taking 15 minutes to wake! I dance, there are creaking noises, pops, and a strange squeak (not gas this time) from my body. I wash my face, a new “age” spot has appeared overnight, and that wrinkle gets deeper the longer I look at it.
When selectively observing my body, I see somethings got to be done about time, NOW! (a timely hypothesis) My racing-to-the-end body has NOT gotten the memo that I am eternal life right here, right now. That I am, in actuality, YEARS YOUNG NOW! Sigh, I love it anyway.
Is Botox in conflict with my infinite Self?
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