Perspective on Time

a perhaps poem,  by   ~burning woman~  

Perspective on Time

Are you the Goddess? asks the child in innocence
from a world in quasi-ruins — Are you the one
they say, who’s to return and change things?

The vision, of ageless mien and beauty, smiled
Never fear, child, I am no Goddess
though in my foolishness and ignorance
such did I believe myself to be once.

I do not understand
spoke she, innocent eyes taking in the majesty of the being.

The simplest things are often the most difficult to understand
but I will explain and you will understand me.

Once upon a time in time lived a truly beautiful young woman
and through eternity rode a young God who offered his hand
and a promise to make her his queen in time.

She took it, and eagerly, so proud was she of her beauty
and together they rode through the flowing sands of time
across the universe of time, to its very edge.

She saw the horizon there and asked him what lay beyond.
Beyond what? he replied, confused, even irritated.
There is no beyond – we’re at the edge of time,
at the edge of the realm of the Gods.
I am of the Time Lords and nothing — absolutely nothing
exists beyond our realm. And proud he was,
and so sure of his claim upon the All That Is.

He turned and they rode on
and though the beauty and excitement she experienced
were almost too much for her heart to bear
in her dreams she kept seeing the edge of time
and beyond, the shimmering horizon. And she thought
she could hear music calling her to put words in it.

I want to return to the edge of the worlds
she said one day, suppressing a yawn,
for I am getting bored with this unchanging landscape,
this museum to time you call a throne.

It is no longer permitted, said he,
for they heard of your longing and they said it was evil.
Evil, you hear?
and he raised his voice to her,
but it was he who was filled with fear, not she.

In the dark of night she arose, fled her comfortable dungeon.
Taking her black stallion she rode madly under the stars
out of the Gods’ enchantments and across the universe.
Finally, exhausted, starving, and utterly alone
she dismounted, sent the spent horse back, and stared:

For there it was once more: the magic shimmer,
the dancing line beyond the edge of time
calling her into a new dream.

I jumped, child. I jumped into an ocean without time
and I swam madly at first until I tired and stopped struggling
then it supported me and I walked as upon a rolling carpet,
then I stopped walking and it floated me and I flew,
a star among stars and there was no longer any line — anywhere.
That’s when I saw it for myself,
the gift of freedom stolen by the Time Lords:
infinity.

How come then you are no longer a Goddess?
the child asked perplexed, if you are so strong?

Ah child, let me tell you a terrible secret:

the Gods and their Goddesses are slaves —
slaves of time and bound to it forever —
for they made it, and it must begin and it must end.
So within its walls they declared themselves the Eternals:
only in frozen eternity can Gods and Goddesses exist.

But I, in seeking beyond the edge of light;
in probing the shimmering darkness of the unknowable
found my power and earned my freedom
and you, in holding to your innocence
can hear me, and thus if you so choose
may you reject the hand of the Time Lord when he rides by,
asks for your hand and offers you
a seat of honor upon his throne of time where you will become
as a priceless work of art in a gallery
where such works are as common as grains of sand
upon an ocean’s shore.

And just as asleep.

Beware, human child, of what is easily offered, given;
beware even more of easy acceptance.
For such gifts have to them a very dark side.
Some day, after the Time Lords have wooed you;
if you refuse their token love,
if you remain steadfast to this vision
I shall pass by again,
not to offer you my hand for you to follow,
but to be a companion, should you be wanting one.

And no one can know what songs we shall sing,
there, anywhere, everywhere
and forever as we plunge laughing

into the unmade.

28 thoughts on “Perspective on Time

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks Roger. As Regis correctly states, the concept is born of a vision… actually many visions, and some “astral” travel as well as past/future remembrances. I’m “pushing” these off-world concepts out on the blog now because I just survived a second minor stroke and as we know, those things are tricky and have a habit of intensifying. Nothing may come of it (as so many weird happenings in my life have done, coming and going leaving no trace except me practising the greater awareness and focusing on the next phase). But if the body decides it’s time to shut down that will be the end of my blogging. I am pretty sure I won’t be able to take my tablet on board the Universal Taxi…😒

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      1. deteremineddespitewp

        Sorry to read about the stroke Sha’ Tara; here’s to you staying with us and keep on stirring up the blogosphere.
        But bodies do shut down at some time, though I’m reckoning your vibes will keep on emanating from ‘Out There’ into This World, Physical.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        Quote: “I’m reckoning your vibes will keep on emanating from ‘Out There’ into This World, Physical.” One aspect of my “quest” I haven’t talked much about consists of probing the “mystery” as to why it is so difficult to exchange information between dimensions. I want to know what’s blocking free flow of information between pre and post physical death. Why can I remember a past life in detail but I cannot find another who was a contemporary of mine and help verify/validate my experiences? Why the secrecy? The hush-hush? The need for “faith” to believe or not believe in “life after death” and the great silence? Is there some great cosmic “law” that prevents free and open communication between the pre-dead and the post-dead? If so, why was it instituted and who’s responsible for that decision? Is the blockage of evil manufacture or is there a salutary reason for it? Since I have been able to break free of Earth’s constraints to travel some aspects of the cosmos while in the flesh; since I have interacted (though secretly) with non-Earth and non-this-universe entities, this means there are openings or cracks in the great web of silence. Are these deliberately installed, inevitable as part of life’s cosmic interaction, or is the system breaking down, requiring just more good kicks on the door? So many really good questions begging to be answered.

      3. deteremineddespitewp

        Maybe, just maybe, it is a ‘physical’ aspect between your dimensions which causes the obstruct.
        Something similar to folk calling to each other over heavy rain or strong winds.
        Perhaps it is just ‘there’.
        As you say, so many questions. I love there being questions.

      4. Sha'Tara Post author

        I believe we advance through asking the questions we’re not supposed to ask… or at least that’s what I learned in school. Life is a Marquee size question mark!

      5. deteremineddespitewp

        We should keep on asking questions and speculating, even if the current answer is ‘Because…’. There is always another realm beyond that ‘Because’

      6. Sha'Tara Post author

        An interesting thought, the block being natural interference and not some malignant force linked to programming and brainwashing. Natural interference should be something that can be dealt with without upsetting any applecart. I’ll keep that in mind.

      7. Sha'Tara Post author

        From a lifetime of “outside the box” observation of man and his world I am convinced that as a species and as a collective we bought into a deadly lie that we possessed the intelligence to do better at designing life than nature could. The price to pay for such hubris will be the destruction of civilization in which billions will die and much of Earth’s biosphere will be laid bare, scorched, devastated. The process has already begun and it is irreversible.

  1. George F.

    Post up. Writing, but having a problem sitting in front of computer and posting. BTW, I think Lasseter is one of the Annunaki…getting to that…

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Lasseter an Anunnaki? Wow… and wow. Can’t wait to see how that plays out but it makes a lot of sense seeing as he created Akira… the “new and improved” Earthian slave who may decide she can do without the slave master?

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      1. George F.

        Yeah mon, The Anunnaki have destroyed themselves…and Lasseter is making amends…setting humanity free…but that will all be revealed much, much later. Thought it’d be fun to let you in on it tho!

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Brief enough for you then? They should have put you in charge of global libraries and the publishing of all books. I can see it: billions of trees saved, and no global warming.

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  2. Anonymous

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    I like this idea “Gods and their Goddesses are slaves — slaves of time and bound to it forever —”
    I read one of the comments on your Antierra Manifesto blogs that mentioned you had, had a stroke recently which made me feel very sad. I hope you’re feeling better. x
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  3. Anonymous

    English
    I like this idea “Gods and their Goddesses are slaves — slaves of time and bound to it forever —”
    I read one of the comments on your Antierra Manifesto blogs that mentioned you had, had a stroke recently which made me feel very sad. I hope you’re feeling better. x
    Lily Von Valley

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Hi Lily, Thanks for the comment. That was my second stroke in about 2 months. Somewhat more pronounced than the first. That was a bit over a week ago and I seem to be doing OK again. We’ll see, huh? I’ve had a good run in this life so no regrets if this is the end of it. As the Terminator said… “I’ll be back!” Thank you again for expressing your concern and take care ‘o you, Lily.

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