Time Constructs the Space in Which the Cycle of Matter Rises and Falls


How many times have you caught a ball? Do you know that we do not actually 'catch' a ball — we set up and wait for the ball to arrive? It is all the calculations and calibrations before the ball arrives — no matter how short or long this takes — that determines the accuracy and attitude of the catch. This is the same as in life. We set ourselves up and life arrives through time-space. You must accept your right to have your life in order for you to set your life up for the catch. Life — a period between birth and death — is waiting for the ball of expectations to arrive in the hand each day. Be absolute in your expectations of excellence.

When you stop holding the world around you to its old capacities and expectations, it can develop new ones in your presence. This is the power of time . . . never living in the past, but being present for the future to arrive in the hands of your present moment.

Present time was the first to arise from creation's instance. Then — within a moment of no dimension, in the gap left by time's creation — the past created space. It was all happening very fast — instantaneously by our measures — with no vacuum permissible in space, matter filled the void and it all seemed very real.

 Such was the first moment of creation and this is the first to go when you go from here.

From nothing we came and back to nothing we go. Time constructs all space and in this space, the cycle of matter rises and falls. Every moment is a birth, a death and a rebirth . . . matter coming and going through time. The ball of life flies through space and arrives on time, every time. There are moments when the absolute is absolutely everything, and there are moments when absolutely nothing is absolutely necessary.

 Passing through these moments will sadden and depress you if you are attached to the ball of stagnation . . . non-movement. If you are flexible with movement, you will find joy in these cycles. In the death of the present-present, is found the hope of birthing the future present. Set yourself up in the field of your life and wait for the ball to arrive in your glove of this time. Such are the joys of this new way of viewing the reality of what is . . . in this the next evolution.

After all—materially—from 'nothing' we come and to 'nothing' we return, but we are really always 'something' forever . . . we are forever the form of our infinite envisioning. Such is the nature of nothing being everything being nothing.