Cradled

   

Time and space are now granulated to infinitesimal quantum particles of eternity, each particular moment containing the entire past and future, each particular quark encircling the most distant galaxies in its aura. That which was once conceived as far in time or space is not a breath away. If we try to force our new multi-dimensional bodies into the old paradigm of mass in space that we've inhabited for aeons, we feel disoriented. For that space no longer exists. And mass is pulverized into wave-particles of bliss. Likewise, if we continue to conceive of time as linear, requiring a metaphysical leap from this time-line to a better one, we are paralyzed with confusion. For the vector that moved from past to future has been ground into the grace of discontinuity. We center in a timeless flowering of possibilities, that can feel like chaos, unfolding in all directions at once - as close in time to our most ancient ancestor as to the person we texted on our cellphone one minute ago - maybe closer. As near in space to an angel ten million light years "away" as to the lady sitting beside us on the subway. There is no more a place called "Away." There is no longer a realm called "Ago." Christic love unites all in all. Through the trembling sensuous plasma of Christ-Consciousness, we can touch, we can heal, we can hug other bodies no matter where they are, star-distant, deceased, or unborn. Learning to swim through this new quantum hologram of love, we frolic in delight, performing miracles without even trying. But if we attempt to contain the wildly blossoming garden of our new crystal matrix in outmoded concepts of linear time, 3-dimensional space, we go mad. So relax. Don't try to understand. Surrender. Be cradled in a Barbault Basket of the planets Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto. Pulse like a small blue egg in your swirling nest of stars. A Mother breathes over you. You don't even need to dance. You are danced.

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