When Time Is No More

We are 1/3rd done with Sept, do you realize this? In a way it’s like yesterday  that September  began, and in another way it's like it happened so long ago that you don't even consider that is just got under way. I am confident that I am not the only one that is finally in this realization of time as we have known it to be, even as gradual as it has been down sizing, is dissipating now more rapidly than we have ever before "felt" it to do.

From our past and the beginning of 'time' we had quad trillions times quad trillions times quad trillions of minutes to experience life on Earth in so many ways, but now we are down to little more than one hundred and thirty thousand minutes before 12/12/12, which is the beginning of the end of ‘time’ as we have known it to be, 12/21/12.

In a day there is 1,440 minutes, In a week, 10,080, in a month,43,200, and we are at this point down to little more than 130,000 minutes for usage. Then comes “ZERO” point, NO TIME.

How are you spending your ‘time?’ Are you glued to ‘the box’ having the mainstream lies continue to infiltrate your subconscious mind? Many if not most shows showing you how to compete with, hate in the kitchen, despise, argue with, judge, condemn, sue one another, Jerry Springer type shows, and a thousand ways to die. Let’s not place the commercials with their ‘buy more drugs and vaccinate that baby, in your face for now. Drama, drama and more of the same.

It is truly later than you think

KIRTAN

Last night, I was canceled from my shift. I remembered seeing an email about Kirtan, an ancient chanting ceremony that my church holds monthly. I'd always been interested, but Friday nights off are hard to come by. I got showered and traveled to the same neighborhood as the hospital, at the same time I would normally be going to work. It was nice to know that I was so protected and guided.

I never fret when I am canceled, because I see this as my guides enforcing other kind of activity. I have had some amazing experiences on my canceled nights off, and this night was no exception.

The sanctuary was gently lighted with white Christmas lights and many votive candles, much flickering, and such a delicate beauty was struck in the room. There was an altar, and the stage was beautifully and lushly appointed with Hindu posters and Indian cloths. I could sense this was going to be an important night for communication.

I began to meditate, shoes off, no rubber insulating my generation of energy... I purposefully sat under a light. When I would look up it felt like Them, like when They've visited me in the past.

I got the message, loud and clear and CLOSE, “we are RIGHT here”