Home, James
Could it be that an entire school year has gone by since Jim left for college? Now that it is time to make the drive up north to bring Jim home for the summer, I have become acutely aware of the elegant ebb and flow of our time-space continuum.
Time has an oddly unique perspective for every individual. According to the theory of relativity, it ticks at varying rates for each of us. As residents among the physical plane, our perception of time is particularly susceptible to our current emotions and the corresponding frequencies they transmit throughout the Universe. It is our own vibrations within the fabric of time and space that define our concept of the rate of a ticking clock.
It’s weird.
This is what happens when I watch the Science Channel too much.
We are remembering what we are able to do. It is now possible to reclaim our innate power to define that which we seek to experience. Our emotional guidance system is the key. With deliberate intention, we can begin to master the passing of time.
This is really not as mystical as I may have just made it sound:)
I know that when I am anxious, impatient, or distraught, time seems to tick more slowly. In moments of frivolity and reflection, I feel as if time “flies by.”
After Durwood and I deposited Jim in his dorm room last August, the drive home felt endless. Twenty-four hour road trips usually do. Add the emotional and vibrational frequency of a bittersweet mother, and it can feel like centuries.
If we can learn to take responsibility for the way that we feel about anything, we can adjust our internal sense of time. In times of anticipation for an upcoming event or a desired outcome, we readily acknowledge our ability to ‘make’ time pass more quickly when we choose to focus on something else. We tweak our attention by engaging in a distraction to occupy our thoughts. We often employ such a tactic so that the “thing” we are waiting for does not feel so far away.
We already have and use our ability to adjust our emotions and alter our perception of time. With pure heartfelt desire, imagine what we can do to direct the rate of manifestation…
Wow. Human beings are amazing.
Currently, I am entertaining the notion that I am “running out of time” before I have to leave. I also have no earthly idea of what I might find once I get there. (A year’s worth of dorm room accumulation may be frightening.) In any event, it will be some “time’ until I will be able to post here again. Whatever the current rate that your own clock may be running, be true to yourself, always, and enjoy every minute of your version of time:)
Have I not yet told you my mantra, “Eastman time runs slow.” It runs very slow, I’ve been here for at least two years. That is, my perception of time leads me to feel as though I was here for two years. Actually, it’s more like everything feels like two weeks ago, but beyond three weeks ago it feels like now and now feels like nothing… and if something happened before January, I categorize it as such: either at home, or at school. It’s confusing, I’ll have to tell you when I see you next wee – um, Friday.