“Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away” -Linkin Park, In the End
Time, perhaps to some, is the most complicated aspect of human experience to define, to truly comprehend, to utilize and to control. Master time or time will master you.
Time to the scientist is said to be a measurement. Time to the musician is the speed of a rhythm, and the length of its measure and repetition. Time to the historian is epochal and cyclical. Time to the mystic is timelessness. So which is it? Can a human being live “out of time?”
All I can say about time comes from my own time (length) of self-introspection. To me, time is but a measurement of the duration of motion, in simpler terms, it is a length. But a length of what exactly? Like distance, time is the measurement of the speed of traversing said “length” of distance. However, we don’t ask “what is the length of that length?” Like the centimeter is to the second, or the inch to the minute, the foot to the hour, etc., is all related and inseparable. If there were no motion, there would certainly be no time nor distance, nor length of measure at all. So I pondered, if one becomes still, does he or she also become timeless? Think hard on this one.
There are people who are slaves to time, they say “I don’t have the time,” or “I’m out of time,” or “there isn’t enough time.” To the master of time, they say “I’ll make time,” or “time is on my side,” or even “I’ve got all the time in the world.” Why the controversy? Does it come down to a simple perception of what time really is? How does one learn to live without or outside of time?
Once you start to understand, that without motion, there could be no time. For what would be measured if no length nor distance were covered? What could be quantified if no motion occurred for which to measure the passage of time itself? As to the ruler measuring centimeters or the inch, the clock measures the seconds and the minute, all of which may I remind you are “mental constructs,” for none of these exist in the physical world. If distance is also measured, and the length of time is the speed at which that distance is traversed, then aren’t really the tape measure, the odometer, the clock and the watch more closely related than we think? Is it not possible to combine the tape measure and the clock into one construct? In the mind, are they already one construct which has to be taken apart in the 3D world to be understood? Could Einstein have been mistaken as to the idea of a fourth dimension where time is said to reside? Foolish meanderings of a simpleton if you ask me. Like all new age addicts, dimensions are thoroughly misunderstood and incorrectly conceptualized thanks to this misapplied science-fiction (see my paper on dispelling dimensional madness coming soon).
If you get up “early” or go to bed “late;” what does that really imply? How can one be “early” or “late” in a single unending moment that never began and will never end? Time itself, stems from the relation to the motions of the sun being measurable in hours, days, seasons and years. The cyclical length of time it takes for the sun, planets and stars to go above or below the horizon can be known by optically observing stationary objects such as a sun dial or peering through a telescope to calculate said heavenly motions. The eyes are the measuring system of both distance and time. Without the eyes, which are the optical spheres of 3D motion perception, the measurement of divided light sequences would not be perceptible at all. How then does a man measure his own rising and setting with that of the sun in a correct perspective? The sun always shines, so therefor must something in man always shine? Does the sun sleep? Is there something in man himself that does not sleep? That would be his consciousness. Though the body loses it in rest/sleep, it is still there none the less. Have you ever been awake while you were asleep? Talk about an “out of time’ experience. The eternal mystery is only eternal to the mind trapped in time (sequences). Of that there can be no doubt. But it will not always remain mysterious. The more purpose a man can acquire—the greater the Light in him shines—the simpler the functions and purpose of the Universe to him becomes—the less mysterious. The more darkness he dispels, the brighter the knowing Light of Mind becomes his own consciousness. The great mystery is only solvable in the moment (think on this). What if the universe is far simpler than we have theorized it to be? Is not the purpose of a mystery to uncover/discover its secrets until it is no longer mysterious?
The mystery, ancient, foreboding, insurmountable and cold, may be known, and I assert that is what it was designed to be—its purpose—but only so, through the portal of the mind. Mind is the One immeasurable timeless quality of the human being. Mind is the immeasurable and timeless quality of Nature. The divinity of both are equal expressions of one another in their perceptible and potential qualities. The artist, the poet, the musician, the philosopher, the sculptor and the great thinkers of ages gone by come to mind. These are the ones “out of time,” living in the one ceaseless moment for which there is no measure. If they were truly dead, who then could read their thoughts and words in the books of antiquity? For one cannot measure timelessness any more than an odometer can measure distancelessness. Yet, in being still, one may travel further than the man in the rocket ship having never even moved. When you read the words of the giants among man, are you not transported—transcending the moment as it were—leaving the world behind to enter into a timeless non-dimensional place of mental acuity, focus and imagination? Does not time stop for the creative mind? What if I told you that you can make time stop or start at will? If you could live without time, how much of it then would you have? If limitless time is real, then are we not the makers and masters of it? And, if we can create limited time, then are we not also slaves to our own limitations? Careful consideration is required to gain useful function and application regarding the perception of time, and what it truly is.
Mind has within it, the ability to control time. He who lives by the watch, dies by the watch. He who watches the watch is also being watched by it. 25 years ago, I took off my watch and have never worn one since. From that moment, I have been “on” time. I spy the phone to “check” the time. But I do not live by it nor does time “check” me. It lives by me as only I can give it life. And that is how my days flow, my hours breathe, and my minutes focus. I do not count seconds, rather, I live in firsts. For one cannot count a first, only a second—I’m in this to win this. “Second” place is not an option.
If there be such a thing as a “length of time,” then isn’t the question to really ask, “what is time’s true length?” Can that length be measured? The answer may surprise you. The length of time is the same as the length of distance. The ruler and the clock are two faces of one coin. Why then, do we measure two different aspects of one and the same coin? Is it because we are tricked into believing we are linear (two-dimensional) beings? Divided in a forced world view of duality (dualism) which is ultra-protected by the priesthoods of antiquity? There is never a mention of the fulcrum in any religion or rarely even in science. Why? Why did Einstein jump over the third dimension to the fourth to explain time? Perhaps he didn’t think things through as his inspiration came from theologian Edwin Abbott and his many dimensional ideas contained in the 1884 science fiction novella “Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions.”
If time be within a fictional fourth dimension, a quality beyond measure as some say—a mental construct as it were, then are love, beauty, silence and stillness also fourth dimensional? I say rubbish. The qualities of mind for which there is no existing body in which to weigh them are dimensionless. They belong to the mind and that is where we will find them, not in another dimension beyond the third, but right here in the third itself. For your body is here in the third, unfolded from the second and concurrently existing perpetually, forever in the mind of the first. Fulcrum to motion and back again—in simultaneous sequential interchangings of repetitious reversals. The fulcrum, or undivided, is the realm of your mind. And, you will find no time, distance nor dimension here, which in all true reality, is happening everywhere in the Universe at precisely the same unending, eternal and undying moment, which is absolute and unmeasurable.
If the historian can see epochal time in a new way, is man then truly bound to repeat history as they say? Or is there another way “to see things” that will make clear the forest through the trees?
If the musician can absorb the idea of a measure or song being ‘eternity’ played for but a moment, started and stopped, then can he not apprehend that said ‘eternity’ never began nor ever ends?
If the scientist can validate the “arrow of time” as being also, the bow from which it was loosed, can he not also garner the limitless power behind a single eternal moment? Will he not see the triality beyond duality for which the whole of his materialist philosophy will crumble into dust?
The mystic, out of time, has sung the eternal song through the finest arts, recorded his ponderings throughout the epochs of history, and left his words for the world to ignore or embrace. How may the moment come if it has always been here and always will be for ever and ever? One may wake up in time, or wake up to time. But one cannot do both simultaneously. Where are you in time? And where is time in you?
If duality is sleep, two dimensional in its scope and effects, what then lies beyond it? Is triality then the world of the awake? And how long will it take to get there if we are the slaves of time? If perceptual change is not the forerunner of true progress, then shall regress always be our lot? Can we not find purpose concerning time as both tool and measure, an extension of the mind for us to master? Or shall we be forever slaves of a non-existent ruler?
Given enough time, you will find that time is not time as you once thought,
rather, that thought is simply out of time.
He who maketh time masters life—dances upon the strings of the stars.
He dare not calleth out the day, for he knows the night shall follow.
Though divided light may glimmer and fade, betwixt the darkened shadows,
ONE Light shines forever, brilliant, Divine—eternally hallowed.
That Light is Mind, from which all and time doth unfold and refold
The limitless eternal undying prime actuality. Being itself. Behold! -MBP
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