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.