Monday, 30 May 2016

Time and space.

One of the prefabricated notions I’ve had to hear over and over again since I started my reincarnation journey is:

Time is an illusion.

During that journey I’ve come to the conclusion this isn’t true. Time will always exist wherever we are, because there will always be a present and a future, even when time might elapse differently in the spiritual world. When I was developing my Ultimate Theory I realized that time is not the real problem, it’s space.

Space is the illusion.

I know this is much harder to grasp, as time is intangible per se. It’s more a philosophical concept than an objective reality, no matter how many clocks we have invented to measure something that changes depending on our situation and the speed at which we are moving. On the contrary, “space” is something solid. We can touch the ground, the walls, we’re sitting on a chair and thanks to it we don’t fall into the abyss. We have to walk, run or ride a vehicle to move from point A to point B. It’s hard to imagine space is an illusion too, and we tend to believe only what we can see. However, at the same time, we keep going to more subtle “spaces” when we go to sleep. Yes, I mean physically, not in our minds or in our dreams. This is a reality, but surprisingly 99% of the world population lives completely ignorant to it.



Well, I was watching a Spanish TV series called El Ministerio del Tiempo, where public servants from all eras work to prevent history from changing. They move from one era to another through secret time doors. If something changes in the past, the future will also change, sometimes in quite a drastic way.

Obviously, a reincarnationist like me feels very identified with the characters’ feelings. The longing for your era, the things you miss when you’re in the future, the ideals for which you fought that are no longer there... At the same time I was thinking of a distant friend with whom I once shared a few past lives. This time we share the time period but we are too faraway. I thought of all those things I miss due to this situation. Space keeps us separated, but when I can perceive certain things that then turn out to be true, I wonder once again if space is just an illusion. Both of us are reincarnationists and know pretty well what remembering past lives means. We think so much about time... we can feel the past so present, so close at hand. We can feel so strongly that we are just the same we were all those years ago... You might not recognize them physically but you recognize the energy, the emotions, the tough memories, the beloved vision of a father, the love. It’s all there as if you can peek through a window and watch the past scene... as if you go through one of those time doors and you’re back with them. It doesn’t seem so, but it happens the same with space. I’m beginning to realize we underestimate so much the connections we have with others. I’m also find it harder to bear than a longing for the past, but there’s not much of a difference between time and space. It’s just the distance. It’s not so much time or space, it’s believing we are far apart from what you were, what you had, or your loved ones (old and new), when in reality we are joined forever. And the link is love. Pure love.  

Separateness is the illusion.

But hardest of all is knowing. Knowing that separateness is an illusion, and also knowing that while you know, everyone will keep being victims of the illusion. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Reincarnationists often complain about how lonely we feel, about how so few people remember past lives. We think it’s natural. Time makes us forget. But I guess space is even worse. It’s solid so it’s impossible to go through it. We tend to think it’s no use to worry for the ones that are in distant places. They can’t see us, they can’t hear our thoughts, they can’t feel what we feel. But what if all those barriers were only in our minds?

I can’t forget about my past. It’s here because time is nothing. That, I know now. But there’s more to it than that, it would seem. Space is nothing as well. Here and there are the same, my physical senses keep deceiving me, but I know now, so I can only act accordingly.

And like one of those characters in El Ministerio del Tiempo, I only have a possible course of action:      

“It is a point of honor. I am a soldier, and I never, ever, leave a brother in arms behind.”

Only, the battle is life. And death. And everything that is in-between. 

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