Once upon a time, time!

-When did time begin?

-Time began at the beginning of time!

-When was that?

-Before

-Before what?

-Before anything happened.

-So you think there was a time when something happened for the first time?

-Maybe...Maybe not. Maybe things have always been happening. Maybe time has always been passing by but never began...

-It's more likely that time actually started at some point. If the past was as long as infinite, it would have taken an eternity before being now.  If it was the case, now would not have happened yet, and would never ever happen. 

 For now to happen now, it must have taken some time before it happens, but not an infinity...

-That's it. So let's assume that time once started. What was there before time started?

-There was nothing. Before time started, there was no before. You need time to have something before something else.

-At the beginning of time, there was a present moment with a future and no past.

-And at the end of time there will be a present moment with a past and no future.

-But maybe there will not be an end. Just because it once started doesn't prove it must stop.

-May we all be happy forever after!

-Yes indeed. Anyway, if time once started and things began to happen there must be some kind of eternal dimension out of which the stuff happened?

-Could be...Unless it just popped up, I don't know....

I am pretty sure I was a woman in a good deal of my past lives.

 

 Maybe nowadays a good deal of souls who usually choose masculine bodies to pursue their own evolutionary goals have incarnated as women…. and vice versa

 

Ground Reality is that gender stories are evolving. The old patterns aren’t politically correct any more, but they are still sticky. The new patterns are still  blurred.

 

I would love to be a woman yet. I would love to inhabit a feminine body. I would have long hair to play with. My hair would be my flag, my way to express how intimately connected to the secret forces of nature I am.

I could cry on a friend’s shoulder when having reasons for it without being seen as less of a woman for doing so. I could hug my friends without embarrassment.

I could touch other beings in a subtle light way and it would be powerful, not gay…

 

I want to become the women I desire. I want to be them. Isn’t that bizarre?  

 

I would love to make love with a woman I love and after the love making, I would still be me and she would still be her, but I would have her body and she would have mine. I don’t know if she would appreciate the swap. To get our own respective bodies back, we would have to make love again, but it would take time before I consent.

  

 

Watery Signs Blues

"I am sorry, I didn't have enough time to be brief."

I remember Jean-Charles making a speech for his brother in law's birthday. This was his leitmotiv: "I am sorry, I didn't have enough time to be brief." Marcel Proust wrote these words at the end of a letter to a friend. Jean-Charles kept repeating them as he conspicuously enjoyed speaking at length about the art of being brief.

 Jean-Charles' and Marcel Proust's star sign was Cancer (as is my rising sign) I don't know why the sign "Cancer" is not straightforwardly called "crab" given that it is symbolized by a crab, which is a creature that walks sideways. A crab is a typical rambler, as Jean-Charles and Marcel Proust were, with great talent.

 (Jean-Charles, by the way, was the husband of my ex-partner's aunt, on her mother's side, and he was making this speech for his wife's sister's husband, but this husband of my ex partner's mother, even though well loved, was not her father. Crabs love knowing everything about family ties)

A crab, or a Cancer, needs to go round and round in circles and circles. It can't reach its goals without knowing everything about the environment, unlike an ultra straightforward Aries, who will reach the goal and find out about the context afterwards. A Cancerian individual may take more time to get where they want to get, but he or she is less likely to get killed by their own goals. I don't say this to criticise, we need kamikazes in this zodiac after all. As for me, Cancer Rising and Neptunian by Sun conjunction, the universe is the goal, therefore I am at risk of rambling for a while all around the zodiac... 

”Sorry” said Marcel Proust to his friend at the end of a long letter,” I didn't had have time to be brief...”

 One day, Jean-Charles died by drowning. He liked fishing. He had spent a lot of time  pulling fish out of the water, where they could breathe at ease in their own way. One day his car slipped on a muddy path, it  overturned and fell into the water. He was trapped inside. It must have been a difficult moment, unless the adrenaline or any other chemical produced by the brain made it a completely different experience than the scary one we don't dare to imagine too vividly,..

 Jean-Charles' rising sign was Scorpio, as I am by my Sun. Doesn’t death suit a Scorpio well? When the idea of dying becomes as scary as imagining yourself trapped in a car that has fallen wheels up into muddy waters then our mortal condition feels so unbearable... So unbearable that it's called Anxiety and is considered a mental health problem. When the imagination becomes so vivid that we feel trapped in a little box without air to breathe  then the need for another state of consciousness becomes extreme. At the bottom of the pool  will there be a door opening?

If we are spirit, being a little fish suddenly eaten alive by a kingfisher or a fisherman pulled into the the water by a fish shouldn't be more than a peak of intensity in the great dance of transformation... Can we take refuge in spirit and be eternally safe? Can we get out of here alive?

Sorry, I didn't have time to be brief...

 Jean-Marc Pierson

http://jeanmarcpierson.com 

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