Chapter 25: The Nature of Time

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25 - The Nature of Time

“There is only one moment: that moment is now. It is an ever changing, self-contained moment. No beginning, no end. It is an unstoppable force yet it obeys intent. Imagine we put someone on a treadmill and then surround him with TV’s that make it look like he is running. He is not really going anywhere. The treadmill is the moment. It is always the same. But it always looks different because the scenery changes as the TV’s show new programming.

If water falls down a mountainside in a river, I can use intent to dam the river with sticks and mud and that intent makes the water go somewhere else. Intent changed the moment. The moment changes with intent, not in the past or the future, only in the present. Then it remains changed until something changes it again. We can even intend change just by obsessing over things. This is why we must be careful of our wishes.

The future is not real. We cannot go there and make changes. The past is not real. We cannot go there and make changes. Changes can only be made in the moment because the moment is all that is real. Forget the past, forget the future and live only in the moment. The intensity of the moment is what matters. With that we can do miracles. This is using the inertia of intent.”

My friend was explaining to me the concept of ‘the moment’, which I guess was the concept of time, really. I thought about what he had said about the intensity of the moment. What did

this mean? I was pretty sure what he was trying to say was that the intensity of a decision had a huge impact on the moment. What huge decisions had I made that affected the intensity of moments in my life? Not too many really. But how was I to say? I had chosen to remain in a loveless relationship for sixteen years. So for those sixteen years, I had stayed the same, there was no change. Had I decided to act up, the intensity of my desires at many times to be freed of the relationship my life would have changed drastically. I should have adopted a new life. Instead, I had chosen to allow myself to have an abortion. Something I did not want. Intensity caused change? Very interesting! If I had not chosen to allow my friend to teach me these wonderful methods, if I would have been afraid to change, I still would have been stuck in a rut perhaps for the rest of my life. There was something very meaningful there.

I thought about how all those times I wanted a change, I was afraid to make my move. Because I was afraid, I ignored my own free will. Fear is pretty shitty if you ask me. Fear shrouds the moment constantly. Fear creates a cage, bars around our souls, so the moment can always look limited, small. Our world can shrink to practically nothing. We create a box where it appears that the only thing that is right and acceptable is inside the box. Everything outside of the box is scary. My ex-boyfriend was very narrow-minded. His narrow-mindedness was stifling me in the moment. I was not afraid of him, but I was afraid. I was always fighting to get him to step outside of that box, but he never did. He sat in front of the TV most of the time saying that he liked watching the drama of reality TV shows, but that was as close as

he wanted to get to reality. That was not reality! He was living his life vicariously through the TV out of constant fear.

Sure, I understand there are things like common sense. Obviously you should be afraid to jump off a really high cliff that, if attempted, you would certainly fall to your  death  or  become crippled. That would just be stupid. There are plenty of really stupid and intense things we can do to change the moment forever. Obsessive people who act on impulse are not acting upon the will of the spirit. If we act upon obsessive or petty impulsive thoughts, then, that is not being aligned with the intent of the spirit. The most important factor in acting appropriately for the moment is making the best decisions, decisions that are aligned with the will of the spirit.

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