“Man began not as an ape but as a thought form. Inherent within his make-up was a blueprint of the soul that was his life source and impetus to creativity. Imaginings had wings as birds now do; and man’s first words were angelic whispers that permeated every living thing with their breath.
This was how it was meant to be; and this is how it was for millions of years before the antecedents to modern man wrought havoc upon the Earth and himself.
Man is not inherently evil, just very different from the original plan. Is it any wonder that he cannot easily grasp his own nature?
Perhaps there is more a sense of promise by staying in the dark.”
(Unknown entity channeled 10/07/2002)
‘Energy trips the light fantastic and we all breathe a sigh of relief. There are wondrous things ‘out there’ too numerous to count, and too complete to experience as the aliens that we are. There are beginnings and there are endings, and this is one of many stories. Right now you are here and now. Feel the earth beneath your feet and smell the raindrops at your fingertips. A journey you began aeons ago is now coming to its end.’ (Phillips, 2002 – DR 9th July, London)
In the beginning there is me, and only me. I am at the centre of my own personal experience and the reality that I perceive from any given focus. That I am the same from one moment to the next is a gross misunderstanding of what life is about. To answer a question I posed myself at the time that the above quote was channelled and written, what lies in between life and death is a story. Stories are the very foundations of humanity and our peculiar perception of its existence. But in order to tell a story one needs time and time is a strange beast indeed and of its nature it is a human construct even though it may have its foundations on a much more profound level than is humanly perceived.
Time is characteristic of physical human reality and it measures the way in which we choose to perceive life, in a linear, A to B manner. Yet measuring time is more difficult and based on individual perception. We might use a watch to measure time, yet the watch itself relies on your ability to look at it and read it. Time is much harder to measure within the scope of thoughts, memories and emotions. Life would seem to be a series of moments strung together by our ability to perceive one moment to the next. However, quantifying a ‘moment’ is near enough impossible. It is very difficult indeed to say when one moment begins and ends. It would perhaps be easier to describe it in terms of a focussed intensity. Our lives are full of moments, yet we only recall the ones that have an impact on us and that are relevant to us.
Beginnings and endings are terms that aid reflection, allowing us to pinpoint gestalts of intense focus.