Transition

We leave the position, then the room, then the village or city, the province or state and go upward into the air.

We leave the atmosphere and looking down, notice the blue sphere surrounded by vapor, rotating into and out of the sunlight.

We go further up and out.

There is no more up or down.
These terms are irrelevant and so too are day and night from this vantage point.
There is only space -the 'heavens'.

How far can we go?
Miles turn into days in terms of ticking seconds, minutes and hours...Ah! OK - "time" is really nothing more than the infant mind attempt of measuring of space. And "our time"- locally, is really a measure of repetition of our 'species living' upon a globe going round in circles, cycles or seasons.

But could it be that the earth is an egg-incubator for our transcendent 'species-being'?

Could it be that our individual perception of the passge of time is a required cosmic element of gestation for our next evolutionary birth leap?

Could our quantitative perspctive on time be necessary for the heralding of our collective next phase?

Would we be ready? Would you be ready? After all, the species is only as strong as it's weakest link. Have you brought your inner being and spirit within it's flesh framed egg to the point of readiness ? Has your inner being taken control of all your child like outer temptations, inner and outer turmoil and compulsions?

There are no resolutions, just as there is no meaning to the concept of 'trying'. There is conscious action or it's passive opposite- inertia- lulled by the spell of illusion and material distraction.

Ultimately there is only your eternal... 'now'.

Are we ready?

Happy New Year.

(The image of this being, kindly provided by my friend (and good friend of Colleen Hillock) -Artist and scupltor- Narelle Nicholls -NSW Australia).