I stole a few minutes to myself this morning, in between the breakfast cleanup and getting ready for our hike. I did the usual, told everyone I was just going upstairs to finish a couple of things and would be down in a minute. We all know by now that I will never make it down in one minute because I’m going to run away to a place where there is no time. I scurry into a little corner of my bedroom and pray that everyone will forget about me long enough to enjoy being with All of my Self. It takes at the very least a few minutes for me to get into that space where I let go of my identity as a mother, wife, teacher or whatever role I may be playing so I can completely identify with what I am.

I’m not quite sure how to explain what it is I run to, or even why I run. I get something from sitting and being with nothingness, yet I don’t really know what that is. What could I possibly get from what I already am? Why is it so necessary for me to sit in silence and recognize that I am everywhere, that I am everyone, and that I am everything? Why would that which was in all need to take the time to be aware of it self?

As far as I can tell there are no time constraints in the subtle realms, there are no deadlines or pressure to evolve. Time is not linear, there is no past and no future, although in the higher realms you can see physical beings living as if there were. At that point you also know how necessary it is to have the illusion of linear time in order for evolution of the Soul to take place. Time is a precious gift to humanity, it allows us to move from unconsciousness to consciousness, from sleeping to waking, from hating to loving.

Time is so sacred, so incredibly important to our existence yet we only think of it as a nuisance. It robs us of our youth, it goes too fast when we're having fun and drags when we're suffering.

However, time is the keeper of consciousness, it holds all of us together in its womb of wisdom. It gives us the opportunity to know ourselves, and realize our unity in spirit. Time is so precious, so essential that without it, I doubt we would even exist.

I saw a seagull today and
I wondered if he knew
As he circled above my crown
That I wished I were he

I saw the seagull today
Not much past noon
And I wondered if he knew
How blessed he was
Flying at will so much farther above me

I saw the seagull today
And I’m sure I saw him smile
For his spirit wasn’t
Bound like mine, he was free,
With only the tiring of his wings to bring him down

I saw the seagull today
And I wondered if he cared
That my spirit aches to soar like his
Rising out from the clouds untouched
Forgiven and free

I saw the seagull today
And I wondered if he could hear my song
Bound in this body,
Trapped in this mind,
Stifled in this land

I saw the seagull today and
I wondered if he knew that I could fly once too
That I once was he,
Soaring, luminous and free

SUNDAY, JUNE 24, 2007

What if we were all conscious of the unity underlying our existence? What would life be like? Would there be poverty and homelessness, would there be violence and war? If we were fully conscious and evolved beings, would the face of the planet change? Would we be creating our reality through intent instead of subconscious desire? We deserve to live in the peace and harmony that can be attained through conscious evolution of the Soul. We all deserve to enjoy our existence, yet for the most part I do not see us enjoying existence at all. I see pain, suffering and turmoil. I sense anger, resentment and bitterness at the atrocities we have had to face over the centuries. And rightly so, we have not been loving and kind to ourselves, not most of the time anyhow and I can understand how this has turned our Spirit to stone, and our hearts to ashes.

In a world where
Everything is an illusion
And nothing is real
How can I find any peace?

When I know that all I love
Will pass away and fade
Into the back of my mind
Like a memory lingering
Hoping to not be forgotten.

Aware that it is not alone
Swimming in a sea with itself
Trying to hold onto a wave
That ends just as soon as it begins.

In a world where
All things are of me
And only the steps of the
Dance can change
How can I find joy?

When I know that only
Illusions can be different
And all I can rely on is
Knowing that the dream
Of forms will forever continue.

But never be real enough
To hang onto
Or hold with the conviction
That they can remain.

So I share my heart
With the sad reminder
That if I forget
It will be broken
Because within I know
Only nothing can stay the same.

Reverend Cherise Thorne

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