Time to stop thinking. We move on a ball that is in an elliptical orbit being thrown away from the galactic center by the force of everything. It wasn’t a big bang. It was a conscious explosion of a union between love and hope. Love everlasting, and hope that what was wrought would bear fruit. Alpha, Omega, Love. Throwing yourself out into the unknown, Everything you have, all of your being.
Why?
To see what would happen?
If time is not physical? Why do we age?
Is not our purpose to defy time?
When does time stand still?
In a moment.
We are collectors of time, the moments we remember defining our being.
Through many lives we course, if there was a veil, that now is cascading into one,
At least, for me.

Every demon has come to me.
Maybe. I think I’m done.
Then the angels tell me I’m just starting.
I believe them.
For I have heard an angel sing. Her name is Jill Mattson.
The whirling dervish of the stars in Lyndale,
She doesn’t need the stars as an inspiration,
She is a pure instrument of the all….
Wonderful, beautiful, enchanting, focused and driven.
A voice and range beyond compare,
Somehow, she’ll never touch Karen Carpenter.
Time stands still.
For a moment.
To a conversation, about time, I said it does not repeat, she disagreed, we agreed on an egg.
WHEN WE ARE DOING ANYTHING THAT IS OF TRUE IMPORTANCE TO US, OUR SENSATION OF TIME CEASES TO EXIST.
AND WE DON’T AGE.
IT’S THE STUFF…WE GOTTA DEAL WITH…NOT AGE…THAT MAKES US OLD…
Raise your vibration, Love, Be Love.
Expand yourself, into the vibration of being…
You.
HO’opono’pono
Gryphon.