Time is a funny thing. It can feel fleeting… or seem to drag on forever. How can it vary so much when we can accurately measure a minute, when an hour has 60 minutes, and day has 24 hours? It sounds all very nice and neat, and concise. But time is not like that at all!
Perhaps it is because we are so busy these days—time is of the essence you know. It’s the one commodity that we would all like more of. And if we were able to stretch time, would we use it differently? Would we relax more, take our time, and enjoy life? Or to continue to fill it to the brim, living two lifetimes in the space of one?
Perhaps it is because our life is a measurement of time. We have a finite time here in the physical body. So many elders advise that life goes by fast… too fast, and that we really should take the time to be present. Every moment counts. I know that time for me seems to be flying by as I get a bit older… perhaps it is the same for you? Maybe it is the soul beckoning us to get on with the business we came here for?
I don’t really understand time. Of course the logical measurement of time is one thing, but one’s perception of it is another. I’ve sat in meditation, thinking 20 minutes had passed, only to have the clock tell me otherwise. Some days 5 minutes feels like 20, some days 90 minutes feel like 10. How can time seem that different?
Doing deep clearing work with clients, they are often surprised when our time is up. How did it go by that quickly? The clock ticks forward at the same rate…
I remember working at a small consignment store some years ago. I stepped out the back door one day when the wooden steps were wet and up into the air I flew. It seemed like time slowed down, like I was floating and floating… I knew what was happening and tried to adjust my body, concentrating on moving my hands to brace my fall but it was like they were made of rubber, unable to respond. I was in the air for seconds, yet it seemed like so much longer, almost like a dream, and then I hit the ground. The ground brought me out of the dream; I was solidly back with a thud.
I’ve had dreams where I have lived whole lifetimes, rich with emotion and remembering incredible detail… and yet chances are good that it only lasted a few moments in ‘real’ time.
Time makes little sense to me. Inside, I still feel like that same person I’ve always been… that eternal ‘Me’ that bears witness to life. It’s not that I am the same person, for I have experienced tremendous change in my life, but the ‘Me’ that is watching now still feels like the same presence that watched when I was a child. No wonder seniors have a hard time reconciling their age! Because they feel the way they have always felt.
Some think that time is an illusion. I believe we are eternal beings. Perhaps time is just a construct to help us have a 3 dimensional experience. Who knows? But while we are here, let’s choose to make the best of it. Take the time to play, to enjoy life, and to see beauty in the world around you.
At the end of the game, the thing that is important about time is whether or not you are content with how you used it.
Originally published in The Magic Happens: https://themagichappensnow.com/distortions-in-time/