Infinite Questions For The Universe

Published September 7, 2018 by tindertender

In the space outside of time there are those who sound as adults, and also those who sound very young. Even though this is the case, they seem to be older than I still, all of them.

My questions seem to have no end.

I wonder how old I am, actually. When I shed this flesh and bone body I am curious to find out how many ‘actual’ years I have existed … of course, in the land beyond time how would one even measure that?

I visited the starry sky one night and there was another there. I suggested we go to the earth and walk a trail between two boulders, this was viewed as a hole opened in the night sky and the sun shown on this space. The grass was tall and it was so beautiful. He said he could not, for there was ‘dirt’ there.

While speaking with him I felt as though I was just a teenager, rebellious and intent on exploration, on having fun. I wonder if this is the walk I chose and here I am. It didn’t wind up being as fun as I thought it would be I guess. Although there have been those moments of great peace, usually while in the wilderness, birds singing, wind blowing, and waters flowing by with the sun glistening off its movement.

I have always been a head strong gal, sometimes foolishly running straight into dangerous territory. Either too naive to be aware of that which could harm, or daring that darkness to come for me.

Funny how it goes, and how it has been. Not funny ha-ha, but odd in a way. Has it simply been done because my subconscious knows I need to stuff as many different experiences into this life, this time, or has it truly been a haphazard and careless way?

Whatever it has been, the forward movement must continue. There is still time to cram many more experiences into this reality.

I am excited to find out how ‘young’ I actually am though.

One day, some time, beyond this realm.

 

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