‘Sqrabbit’

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Transcendence into Timelessness

 

The mountain road was curvy and long, thirty-five miles to Riggs Lake. Bob, Nancy and Ulla wiped away the dust from their two-hour journey. No time was wasted setting up our picnic at the site of choice. The cooler mountain temperature suited the purpose, more than the hundred degrees of the valley below. Relaxation away from the chores that pulled at them, they savored the distance away from temptations of work left to do. “Nothing that can’t wait,” was the motto of the day.

 

Look at that squirrel! What long ears he has! Bob noticed him first and tossed a corn chip that landed a couple feet from his waiting feet, the squirrel nibbled a bit, then scampered up the tree to his hidden place. They laughed at his ears, “Looks like a rabbit’s ears.” Sqrabbit, he must be! Sqrabbit came round again and again, teasing their fancies, giving light to their day, planting the seed for imaginations to take sprout.

 

A walk to the lake, sitting on the shore, Toshiro at their side, Ulla and Nancy talked life into making sense, with no sensibility. Ulla exclaimed, “Look in the sky, at that trail!” It was a dark streak, the tail of the trail above their heads. It was as if someone had sliced open the sky and exposed the true color of deep indigo. Nancy asked and Hatonn explained, “Transcendence of timelessness.” He left the understanding of his words to their discernment.

 

The filmy white quality to the sky belied the trueness of the deep blue of what was seen through the slash designed to expose the truth of time as it transcended timelessness. Both time and timelessness became nothingness as they watched the slash blend back into the illusion of a blue sky, not so deep blue to them now. That illusion had greeted them upon their ascent to the peak of the mountain that began their day into the vagaries of time and truth, as they know it to be.

 

Back at the picnic site, quiet from their moment of truth, a voice drifted into Nancy’s consciousness. It is time. Recorder in hand she quieted her breath and mind, and invited in the voice of the transcendence of timelessness.

 

I Am & Hatonn May 31, 07

 

I Am: There is a time and a place for everything. There is effortlessness, and there is the inability to not do. There’s a saying on earth, and that is that anything worth doing is only worth doing if it is hard coming by.

 

The timelessness of that statement will be shown in the next months to come, and in the years following those months people will realize the effortlessness of life is upon them. For when the time comes that they see events happening in their life that warrant standing back and saying, “Wow, where did that come from and how did that happen so fast!” they will stop and they will reconsider the merit of working hard for that which they attain.

 

We will see in the time to come, in the days, weeks, months and years, a lessening of the idea of time. With the advent of the energies of change time has reduced itself, it has condensed itself in such a way that there is an idea that is being born that is, there is no time.

 

There is no time for anything, there is no time for anyone, there is no time for events, there is no time for the moment, to swallow someone’s pride, to admit an error, to point a finger accusingly. There is no time for any of that, for there will be no concept of anyone in error, or anyone who is any less than another.

 

Give yourselves this journey through time, through the end of time, the end of days as you know it, the end of months, weeks, years, centuries is upon us. We are beginning a new legacy; we are beginning an advent of timelessness. We are beginning to live the transition of time. We are seeing ourselves as we come round in all of the many, varied faces that we’ve experienced. We are transcending that which we are and have been and have yet to be. The transcendence of timelessness is that which of I speak.

 

As we walk through life, as we gather ourselves together in the timelessness of the journey, we find all of the ruins behind us awaken and spark life, give meaning to all we have accomplished, while at the same time rendering it nothing, rendering it meaningless, rendering it that which bespeaks that which we think we are, which we thought we were, which we shall be, or not.

 

Gather yourselves to my bosom and watch the reflections of all you have been, all you have done. As you watch these reflections of me you will become more aware of that which you are not, for as they reflect back from me to you you’ll see the nothingness of the purity of light, the love that expresses itself in that nothingness, and the potential that I shine out to you.

 

My dear, dear ones who walk through this journey of nothingness, you feel not the nothingness, for you give life to every breath you take, every word you speak, every deed you do, every touch that resounds throughout your bodies.

 

I know; I feel it myself. I feel it or you would not be able to, I see you or you would not be able to see, I hear you, or you would not hear, I Am, or you would not be. We come together in every spark, every transformative whisper. We gather ourselves together and we go ahead with that which we intend to experience, for our experience is all the same. What one chooses reverberates through all of the rest, though they not tune into it at any given moment.

 

We transcend that timelessness and we give it light, and we give it substance and we render it gone in the moment of truth. And then we send it back out to be transformed into experience and expression of that which we are not. That is why, and that is why not. That is representative of the intent of all of us. To walk through this life that you have invented and to do with it as you choose, as we choose, that is what is coming to be. That is what has always been, though you see it as your choice. It is my choice to allow your choice to be prevalent, therefore it is all one choice, one will, one intent. It has always been; it is the facets of this light that is being experienced in every moment, in the one moment that is.

 

Therefore take this moment and break it down into any facets that you choose, any numbers, any expressions, any way that you desire. Carry it forth for you are now expressing in the Will of the All. There is no more separation; there is only that which is the expression of One. Go forth in your workings, in your playings and give yourselves the gifts of the creation, for it is all of your doing, of your choice in the oneness that we are.

 

You will find yourself guided through life as a popsicle on a stick. One drop and another and another are savored, it is all the same, it is one that you hold in your hand for the enjoyment of the experience. Some of it drips down in the heat and covers your hand, and you lick it off, and you experience it in any way that you choose, and it is so sweet, and it is so cool, and it is so fruitful.

 

I give you yourselves; I give you your journeys of expression, and I give you to Hatonn at this moment, for he wishes to speak with you. I am that I am, that you are, that we all are One.

 

I am Hatonn, and I come with one word for the day, and that is to recognize yourselves in everything around you here. Recognize that you are at one with all of this, and carry it forth into your sharing. Carry the knowledge of the wind whistling through the pines, of the vehicle rolling by, of the children playing and clapping, of the dog laying at rest, of the fish lying face up along the shore, of the red dragonfly and the yellow oriole, of the sqrabbit, of the pinecones and every grain of sand.

 

Everything that is, is part of what you bring into your sharing and more. Identify with all of it. Bring the purity; bring the entirety of who you are. For the heavens resound with that which you are. You were given example a few minutes ago; take that into your resounding ways and add it to the repertoire that is played on stage for all to participate.

 

I leave you to your beauty, and I leave you to this time of no time.

 

Nancy: Thank you Hatonn.

 

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Scrabbit Illustration Courtesy of Jeff Graves