Article 39: The Collapse of Time

My near-death experience at age 14, gave me some incredible perspectives on living.

My experience as a shamanic practitioner and and energy healer, gives me a unique perspective on death.

One of these was the collapse of time.

As I was drowning in a raging creek, my life past before me in series of images that moved so rapidly that my entire existence up until that moment seemed as if it was mere seconds in length.

Many years later, I had the honor and privilege to be at my father's side as he lived out his final 72 hours as a human being. 

I listened to him as he went through the same collapse of time that I had experienced.

"It's going so fast!" he declared, as the images rushed past his mind's eye. 

Time is a construct of the physical realm; there is no such thing back home in the spirit world.

How long has it been since I ate? How long will it take me to type out this post? How long have I been alive? How long will it take me to achieve my goals in life, when is last time I saw my friends? When is sunset today? etc, etc, etc. 

Time pretty much rules our existence when we are walking around in our magical meat suits.

But to spirit, there is no day, there is no night, there is no need for food, water and shelter. There is no job to show up for, there is no tracking of days, weeks, months and years.....we just are.

I have been close the spirits since I was little, or shall I say that they have always been close to me.

The two worlds often overlap each other in very strange ways. 

As a child, I could not learn the 12 hour clock to save my life. I had no sense of time whatsoever. It drove my parents crazy. I was late for everything because I assigned no significance to the concept. 

This lifetime can seem so very long, or so very short, depending on one's perspective, but in the end, I believe it collapses as we return to our natural form of spirit.

The timeline of this human life shrinks because it no longer has any purpose or meaning, as we fly back home. 

It is as if our spirit is dreaming, as we poke and prod our way through this physical world. 

When we get back home, this life might feel as if we had experienced some crazy dream.

Perhaps it will seem as though we were never really gone, as we are greeted by our loved ones on the other side.

The are a million different takes on the transformation process of physical death of the body and where the soul goes afterwards. 

This post would go one for years if I were to examine the topic.

In the end, all I have are my life experiences and my interpretations and perceptions of them.

They will differ from yours and that's the cool part of it all.

We get to experience it for ourselves and then share with each other to see if any of the pieces fit together.

What the body calls death, the spirit calls rebirth. 

That is all the time that I have for this post, lol 

Hoping you have a good time today.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.