Post by brummyben on Jun 14, 2012 7:20:44 GMT
Around a year ago I went out for a drive on an evening. I was driving down a country lane when I became aware that the view out of the windowscreen just like a photo or postcard. A few seconds later I saw a different but similar 'windowscreen photo' but started to remember the previous one in my memory. At this point I realised that the photo in my memory was similar to a dream, in respect that it was not real and at best my head and senses will have interpreted it to suit my feeling at that moment. My thoughts went onto past life experiences, good and bad, and I began to think if they actually happened or was it just a dream. I concluded that if they did happen then the events in question were definately not exactly the same as I remember them, but a manipulated idea of what had happened.
Time went onto play a major part in my awakening. I began to realise what a slave to time I actually was, yet also how much time I actually wasted. At this point. I was out walking one evening, and less than a couple of minutes after I started I was pressuring myself into getting home to watch one of the soap-opera's. Yet at the same time I realised that I had everything I wanted right at this moment. Right there and then. I was surrounded by green grass, I was standing smelling the sweetest roses, and the sun was shining. Yet I wanted to numb myself in front of the television.
At this point, I moved out of time. I no longer felt the pressure to get back to the television. I no longer felt pressure at all actually. The only thing I needed was what was right here and was right now. I observed everything with a feeling as well as sight. I saw the beautiful in a lot of previous mundane things yet I was also able to see a lot of ugliness. Not ugliness in the conventional sense however. I noticed a lot of people in the park walking there dogs, but observed that they were doing it with a sense of urgency, a need to be somewhere apart from here and could see the pressure they were
under. I on the otherhand was floating on a cushion of air.
My walk took four times longer than what I had thought it would.
And the reason for my post is this. I lead what I would describe an averagely stressful human life. I have a family which I try to support, I work full time and have numerous other comittments. Yet I have found that no matter how much pressure time places on me it is an ultimate fiction. It is possible to escape the pressures of time by stopping in the moment of what you are doing, and accepting that is how it. I just wish more people were able to take time out!
Time went onto play a major part in my awakening. I began to realise what a slave to time I actually was, yet also how much time I actually wasted. At this point. I was out walking one evening, and less than a couple of minutes after I started I was pressuring myself into getting home to watch one of the soap-opera's. Yet at the same time I realised that I had everything I wanted right at this moment. Right there and then. I was surrounded by green grass, I was standing smelling the sweetest roses, and the sun was shining. Yet I wanted to numb myself in front of the television.
At this point, I moved out of time. I no longer felt the pressure to get back to the television. I no longer felt pressure at all actually. The only thing I needed was what was right here and was right now. I observed everything with a feeling as well as sight. I saw the beautiful in a lot of previous mundane things yet I was also able to see a lot of ugliness. Not ugliness in the conventional sense however. I noticed a lot of people in the park walking there dogs, but observed that they were doing it with a sense of urgency, a need to be somewhere apart from here and could see the pressure they were
under. I on the otherhand was floating on a cushion of air.
My walk took four times longer than what I had thought it would.
And the reason for my post is this. I lead what I would describe an averagely stressful human life. I have a family which I try to support, I work full time and have numerous other comittments. Yet I have found that no matter how much pressure time places on me it is an ultimate fiction. It is possible to escape the pressures of time by stopping in the moment of what you are doing, and accepting that is how it. I just wish more people were able to take time out!