It seemed like days life ran helter skelter, and I knew it could not be, because life was still a dynamic of Earth, and it was exhausting. My body ached, and there was pounding in my head. I knew the power was preparing to surge forward. Earth was nearly there.
My mind would become confused, and I imaged at times that death must be near. I crossed into a world of stampeding time, in which I must forever spin. Then the echo would bring me back to the dual reality.
After a time, I realized that I could tell others that time is what we choose to make of it. An upcoming year of COVID brought the clattering sound of humanity to a softer harmonic, moments when it was like someone had turned the clock back. I relaxed into the cyclic moments, and the messages of contemplation showed me various things worth utilizing.
When I shared with a few people, I noticed a new change in the overall news reports. The life threatening pandemic continued but there was times to stop and watch nature, a moment of connection became a more common element in life. Some started life change practices, looking at eating habits and exercise routines or learning to meditate and just relax
The moment slowed physically grateful, nearly caught our favor, and encouraged us to slow even more. Then I could see and realized the time of choice was upon us. The resiliency of humanity had come to overlook their emotions.
In days long ago, before the linear race, we sometimes deliberately approached moments of contemplation. The resulting vision of what to do and when to do it would produce a reciprocity of life.
I started life this way… with morning prayers and cyclic ceremony. I have had moments of renunciation of practice, though never of belief. I fell prey to the timeline ogre. Time crashed against itself in its way, blundering straight into nothing, unaware of how to ease the struggle.
I pulled up my bootstraps and resolved to return to the life timing I had grown up with, and daily contemplation became my number one experience. The great relaxation lowered my physical stress and drew me forward, giving me energy when I worked my tasks in alignment with when assistance was being offered. I got everything done, I just did it on Mom’s timeline that spirals through multidimensional circles of reality. I stuck to it when others told me it wouldn’t work, and then it did. Indigenous, I connect strongly to the Earth as we change.
I am aware of the first step, aware that it’s not easy for people to step away from the addiction of drama and rat race. There is a sensation like coming off a substance that one has abused for decades, and yet, it is far less invasive and more loving. It’s like universal orgasm in a full body rush, best relaxed into.
When you return to consciousness, understanding will be your first sensation. It is immediately followed, however, by an overwhelming desire to sabotage and have doubt. The entire body will buzz with knowing, trying to take us the right direction, and yet… would we really listen to our body sensations for guidance in life? Throbbing thought, huh? Guess what? You’re having a contemplative moment!
Now look how long that took! Yes, time is the number one reason given for not indulging in the practice of daily connection. This is such a feeble excuse anymore, because most people that have even meditated once know how much more they accomplish, how refreshed they feel, how much more clarity they have.
I rest my case
Maria Yracébûrû is a Native American ceremonialist who awakened as a channel when she was struck by lightning. She found herself looking into the eyes of her great grandmother, Naylin Lagé, and decided to pursue an exchange of information. Maria has an LLd in eco-psychology and is a prayer-maker and minister. She is author of Ah-Kine Remembrance, a merging of mythology, personal experience, and channeled knowledge on Pleiadian starseed lineage.