How Can I Know What is Possible

A simple seeker was meditating on the seemingly separate realities of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

“Or past, present, and future?”

“Yes.”

“Why seemingly separate?”

“You know why.”

“Yes, but do you?”

“Yes. They are continuously and seamlessly woven together.”

“What if I suggested that they each exist within the others, at all times and in all places?”

“I would find that possibility …”

“It’s more than a possibility.”

“Then I would still find it difficult to accept.”

“But not impossible?”

“How can I know what is possible?”

“You could ask me.”

“Yes, but your answer might be designed to test my willingness to accept whatever you might tell me.”

“Yes.”

…….

A simple seeker’s note to herself

Can yesterday, today, and tomorrow, each contain each of the others?

“Yes. It’s necessarily so.”

“How can that be?”

“Yesterday had a tomorrow, which is today. Tomorrow will have a yesterday, which also is today.”

“It seems like a cyclic movement.”

“How so?”

“As the seasons.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Seasons take turns in a specific order, and are unique in their weather patterns.”

“So, yesterday, today, and tomorrow are just terms we use to describe passing time?”

“Yes.”

…….

Published by jeanw5

A Journal of a journey, with Spirit as my guide, using the wisdom of I Ching, an ancient explanation of change as a necessary part of life, to understand Life, and where, how, and why my life has developed as it has, and where do I go from here, and how, and why. My mission, purpose, or desire is to share my struggle toward and passion for enlightenment, without having a clear idea of what it will look like when I find it, and I intend to find it, sooner or later. Meanwhile I seem to be struggling toward enlightenment without a clear road map, unless Spirit, my constant companion (did He invite himself along, for laughs, perhaps?) is hiding it from me, for whatever reason. Vancouver, BC Canada is the only place I care to live, in this world. Perhaps it's not entirely by choice. My name is carved into a nearby sidewalk, as if to remind me where I belong. I am blessed to have Spirit as a teacher. Just ask him.

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