The Maya say that human orgasms spin the Milky Way Galaxy, that the universe is destined to become pregnant with Earth’s purpose—humankind seeding the galaxy with love (nice, huh?)
The Hopi say We are the ones we’ve been waiting for
Grandma said To see It, be It
My niece says Ice Cleem, Auntie, Ice Cleem!!! (Ah, honest uncomplicated desire)
I say We’re all transmuting at a rapid pace, evolving into the imagination of our better selves
Many believe we are imploding toward our rotten inner core, a black hole sucking all light through the belly button of our collective ego
Dad says So what’s new?
Mum says Pass the remote
Little brother said The best way to help a drowning man is to push him under even further, that way he’ll really fight to live and won’t just drag you under as well
When he said that, I said (!)
My best friend is fond of saying Trust Allah but tie up your camel
I always respond, Don’t kid yourself, bud, trust is in or out, like pregnancy it has no grey area
John Donne said No man is an island..Any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind,. The bell tolls for all of us equally, so try and give a shit
Rumi suggested lying down with him in that field beyond right or wrong – Oh beautiful man, we’re still trying to find the map to that field, in fact, we haven’t found the map maker yet, we keep looking in all the wrong places
Jesus said Suffer the little children to come unto me
I say, Try having Ice Cleem yelled shrilly at you fifty times a day for the summer holidays and then we’ll talk about suffering
The Ascension teachers say We are now transiting into the 5th dimension where Love and Peace are default minds sets, so get with the program
New Age Gurus offer insight for what they often call a Love Exchange, give them your money, and they’ll love it
Greenies tell us We’re cooking ourselves in an accelerating hot house environment and eventually we’ll all end up crispy critters
I say What if we are always approaching our own Event Horizon, sucked into our own stories, lessons and often just hitting the repeat button,? However, it’s always our story where our soul is piloting our little vessel, even when it looks like we’re about to go down the gurgler of our own private sink hole, no outside observer can ever know our truth and the right path for us. From the observers’ outside perspective, things always look distorted
Hitting rock bottom might be the only wake up call the heavy sleeper will register, a merciful alarm that saves them from a more permanent doom
In other words, peeps, you are the only person you need wait for,
you and your yearning heart and your direct hotline to your soul, toll free in most galaxies,
but don’t take my word for it.
any object approaching the horizon from the observer’s side appears to slow down and never quite pass through the horizon, with its image becoming more and more redshifted as time elapses. The traveling object, however, experiences no strange effects and does, in fact, pass through the horizon in a finite amount of proper time.
Did you get that? In It’sown proper time.