Is time a wheel or is time a river? Is time the same way for everyone or does it work differently depending on if you are a wheel or a river person? If time is a river, things happen in an order that cannot be revisited, the thing is done. If time is a wheel, which is likely the reality, what does that mean?
Is it as simple as deciding you are one or the other? Thusly, letting your individual concept of time dictate your decisions and the path of your life?
Obviously, on the material plane, time feels like a river. Finality is a fact on the material plane. People die, we age.
Cyclical time we could invision as a spiral. Spirals are a consistent pattern in nature. We can find them everywhere, in the cosmos where galaxies spin, in storms that sweep across our oceans and plains, in sunflower seed heads, pinecones, ferns, pineapple slices, tendrils of vines, and the pattern of leaves on a stem. We find spirals in snail shells and the tails of chameleons, and in our own human bodies, fingerprints, hair whorls, and the cornea of our eyes, the very window to our souls.
Given the great reoccurring prevalence of spirals all around us I’m inclined to believe time is indeed a turning wheel.
Perhaps our deepest human intuition tells us the spiral is true reality - but our cultural conditioning has been structured upon the linear. A real mind blower! It seems that beginnings and endings are what makes our human perception of time linear. The line must have a starting point and an ending point. But even in endings there are beginnings. Look to composting where death begets life, where decay means birth and renewal.
In the passing of human life, the memories of the people we’ve lost live on inside of us, forming part of our present reality.
Which brings me back to the question, what does time mean in the context of our human experience? Can we change the way we experience time? In relation to ourselves and with others? Does it change the way we heal, the way we forgive, the way we love?
My thinking mind dissects and juggles the possibilities and my “feeling mind” thinks it quietly knows the truth. This doesn’t mean I know what to do with this buried knowledge. Oh to be a human.
Did anyone see the recent article in Popular Mechanics about time? The headline was this, “Your Consciousness Can Jump Through Time - meaning “Gut Feelings” Are Memories From the Future, Scientists Say”
I’ll leave you with this to ponder.
Until next time,
XO
