Jerry Garcia’s line, “what a long, strange trip it’s been” in the classic “Truckin’” applies to my life as well. I’ve been living on the edge for most of my life, and continue to do so, at the finish line here on a beautiful island off the west coast of British Columbia (nope, not in Central America, but in Canada).
I could still write a long list of things my Mind has collected to describe who I am. The more connections I have, the more the line blurs between what I remember as Time flows by in this 3D human reality .
My core settings are not entirely human. My genetics are different than 99% of my fellow humans. I’ve lived most of my life, from early childhood, disengaged from the three-dimensional Human Experience. Not connected to life by strong beliefs, desires, and attachments. Watching my Mind create my life as a Producer might, with minimal direction. I’ve kept a loose grip on my rudder and have passed though with as little wake in my path as possible. I’m certainly not proud of my species. Mankind’s hubris has taken us down some very deep and disturbing rabbit holes.
It’s been said that Time is nature’s way of keeping everything from happening all at once. The Future hasn’t happened yet. The Past is already gone. It seems that the only thing that is real is the Present. Because of the illusion of time, our present is greatly affected both by our past experience and our hopes and plans for the future. We’re able to put off doing things into the future because we believe it will be there for us. We make decisions based on our faded memories of the past. We live our lives as if we have the time for it all to unfold as we’ve planned. We often sacrifice our present by doing what we believe is necessary to achieve what we’ve planned for the future. This may mean using our precious present to gain the knowledge, experience and capital we need for the future we imagine. (more…)