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Friday, April 6, 2018
Through The Matrix, Chapter 8, The Flowing Time of the In-between
4-6-18
THROUGH
THE MATRIX
CHAPTER EIGHT
The
Flowing Time of the In-between
I
left off saying, “Time is an illusion of the third dimension.” I realize now
that I could not understand that concept until I had had my experiences. I also
know that my dear Shalone joined me from “the other world.”
I am
now hearing Shalone’s distant voice reminding me that this was my first
experience of “the flowing time of the in-between.” This “time” was much like
dream in which time seemed to shift and change.
I
did not see anyone in their physical body. It seemed more like I was seeing them
in their dream time. I remember one time when I fell asleep during one of our Group
Meetings in which all the members of our Village united to sing and dance.
Shortly after we all started singing, I feel asleep and had a dream.
In
that dream I lived many years, and became a mentor who was much like my dear Shalone.
In that “dream” I studied for many years with Shalone, became a Mentor for our
people, and finally died at a very old age. When I returned from my reverie, I discovered
that the group had not even finished
the first stanza of their song.
When
I asked Shalone how that could occur, she told me that I had been in “dream
time,” which is very different from the
awake time of our physical world. Shalone also told me that “dream time” was
very similar to “the flowing time of the in-between.”
When
I asked Shalone what “the flowing time of the in-between” meant she said, “The
flowing time of the in-between” is no where and every where within the same
NOW. The flowing time of the in-between is “where we are going” and “where we
have always been.”
“What
does that mean?” I asked her.
“My
dear One,” she answered, “there are certain questions that can only be
understood by personal experience. You will only understand “the flowing time
of the in-between” while you are in it.
Then,
the second that you leave it, you will totally forget your experience. However,
you will remember that you had a wonderful experience about the way you wish
you could spend the rest of your life.”
“OH,”
I said in total confusion. When I looked into Shalone’s bright face she merely
smiled and said, “There are certain things that you can only experience.”
I
did not understand what Shalone meant by that sentence, but I think I am
beginning to live it. I mean, I am beginning to experience something, which I
think comes from inside of me that only I can experience.
It
is as if there is a “me” who is beginning to exist that I have not known
before. Yes, I know that my physical body is growing, and I am becoming a
woman, but that is not what I am talking about.
I
think what I am trying to say is that here is a “knowing” that has nothing to
do with age, that takes me back and forth between the person that I am in a
higher version of reality, and the person that I am in my physical world.
I do
not know much about this other reality, but I am pretty sure that I often go
there when I sleep. However, when I awake, I do not remember anything. However,
I do have a same strange feeling that something very important has happened,
but I cannot remember what.
As I
write this experience in my journal, I am getting more and more frustrating.
Where is Shalone? Why did she leave me? Did I do something wrong?
“No my dear,” I suddenly hear Shalone’s sweet voice. “I have
never left you. However, I have been inside the Flowing Time of the In-between,
that you speak of. Since that world is of a
higher dimensions you cannot perceive me, but I can perceive you.
“What
does that mean?” I ask in a very confused tone. “Does what you are talking
about have something to do with the Flowing Time of the In between?”
“Yes,
my dear,” Shalone answered in such a soft voice that I knew she would be
leaving me soon. “You are correct dear, the Flowing Time is calling me.
However, while you can still hear me, let me tell you that I have learned how
to communicate with you from my higher dimensions.
“Therefore,
whenever you want to talk to me, be sure to raise your consciousness into the
higher dimensions. Then you will hear me.”
“Wait,
wait,” I cried knowing that I was loosing contact with Shalone again. “Please
tell me more.” But, the only answer I could hear from Shalone was, “Learn to
listen to the higher dimensions.”
And
then Shalone was gone . I called her again and again saying, “How do I listen
to the higher dimensions. In fact, what is a “higher dimension?” It was then
that I realized that I would need to listen more closely to whatever she told
me.
It
seemed that the farther away, which I guess meant that she was in a higher
dimensions, the more difficult it was to hear her. But, I did not even know
what a dimension was. I was sure that no one in the village would be able to
assist me, so off to the Learning Tree I would need to go.
I
waited until just before dawn to leave. Fortunately, I had learned how tell
myself to wake up at any certain time. I guess that was because I was always
creeping around the village in the early morning and late night.
I
found that when I was alone I could get much more information about what was
“really happening.” I always had this gift, or was it a curse, where I needed
to know that which most people would never think about.
Hence,
I did not get this information form people, except for Shalone. Instead, I got
my information from nature. In fact, it seemed like only the nature that
surrounded us was able to tap into the Flowing Time of the In Between.
At
lease, I imagined that Nature was tapping into this flowing time that somehow
flowed “between” us humans, but into the awareness of the animals. I had always
thought that animals were more connected to Nature than humans were.
“You
are quite correct,” said a voice that I did not recognize, but it did seem to
be of a male orientation. However, the heart-space of this being was as soft
and gentle as Shalone’s.
“Are
you Shalone in another form?” I asked the voice, as I had no visual image of
this being.
“You
can see me if you wish. Most humans are afraid to see me, so I usually remain
cloaked.”
“Oh,
I do so wish to see you. Has Shalone sent you to me?”
I
saw the smile before I saw the face, but somehow, that seemed natural.
“You
are not actually seeing me with your
physical eyes. Instead, you are perceiving me with your consciousness. But,
that is quite easy for you to do, is it not dear one?”
“Ah,
ah, yes.” I stammered.
Then
I heard what was much like a laugh that felt like a blessing. I was so
overtaken by the “feel” of that laugh that I slowly started to “flow out of
time.”
“Yes,
dear One,” answered my new friend.
“I am here to assist you on your first
experience of the flowing time of the
in-between.”
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