time
I'm not from this time.
I'm from a time where we can love openly; where we don't have to depend on outside validation to feel whole, or worthy of the things we need; where we are free to embrace and express our gifts, talents and passions.
usually I see this as being from the future. I see myself as a soul that has experienced true freedom, which is something people currently don't have. but I've seen it, felt it, tasted it, and it is real.
time doesn't really exist, you know. it's a way to measure. just as an inch or a light-year doesn't exist in any sort of tangible way, so too does time only take shape in the context of history and our dreams for the future. but the reality is, all time exists in the here and now. there is no yesterday, as there is also no tomorrow. there is only the present moment, which leads into the next… and the next… and the next.
you could see each letter typed here as a representation of time. each letter progresses forward, but they all exist together on this page. this is time, put simply.
you could say I'm from the page after this, revisiting the page before. I've seen what lies ahead. I believe too that I have visited many pages backwards as well. there is an understanding of the context of the world that I feel some of us have - a broader scope of humanity's behaviors, patterns, karmic cycles, hopes, wishes and dreams. in fact, not some but all of us have lived many times. I'm not necessarily unique in this sense, but what does stand out to me is my awareness and unwillingness to conform.
it is clear to me, and others, that many are brainwashed in this time. it feels like the dark ages, because when your eyes are closed to the truth of life, it is truly dark. people are barely surviving because their eyes are closed and they feel that that's how they should live. they wander around in their own existence, blindly grasping for other figures in the void. they reach out, desperately.
“I can't see myself so I must use others as a mirror.”
this is the struggle we have inherited over many pages of time. and these reflections show us exactly how wounded, desperate and dependent we are when we live in the void. because the people we seek out to show us we exist are also lost. they are unable to reflect anything back other than that same lost-ness, blindness, and desperation.
the solution is simple here: open your eyes and see yourself for what you truly are. don't suck at the teat of meaninglessness anymore - the screen that lulls you back to sleep, the influence of those who write fraudulent pages of history in order to fool you into submission. their eyes are also closed, and they are as desperate for validation of their existence as anyone else is.
when those eyelids finally flutter open, it will be bright. maybe even a bit blinding. that’s okay. just as your eyes adjust when stepping outside from a dark room, you too will adjust to a new life of consciousness, of awareness, of finally seeing yourself as you truly are and always were. you won't need someone else to tell you, show you, or convince you… you'll just find a mirror on the wall and see your own smile shining back at you for the first time.
💜
