Life Slips Through Your Fingers
All aboard! Get onto this vehicle of Life on Earth. You are here for a Tour of Earth. There is nothing like it. Sometimes your Life goes a mile a minute and a surprise a minute. Fasten your seat belts!
Nevertheless, where else is there such excitement? This is the Ride of a Lifetime. Sometimes it feels like you are bombarded with too much of Life, and yet you don’t want to miss any of it. When all is said or done, you signed up for this Once in a Lifetime Adventure. Your Adventure is unique. There never was and never will be one just like it. You experience it all. There is no space to fly through even as it appears that you do. Actually, you may hesitate to fly through space because: What if you fell, or what if you went too high and could never get back?
Even when Life isn’t your cup of tea, you want to hold on for all you are worth, or that Life is worth, whether Life is golden-seeming or not -- even when Life may seem like tin.
Of course, what matters is the ride you are on now. Regardless of all the fuss and furor and all the joy, Life slips through your fingers. What is this Lifetime on Earth after all but a fling? In love, out of love, love here and love there, you come shining through. Thus is your Travel in Life. You are indeed a Traveler. You travel the world. You travel to unforgettable places that you forget. When all is said and done, Life is simply an exercise, a kind of rehearsal, and that’s it.
The Truth is that you are a Traveler of Consciousness. On dry land or in Heaven, you wield Consciousness. You go from here to here. You are a Spirit sprinting on a Path of Life. You are a sprinter on Earth, and you play hop-scotch. You are a player all right, and you are serious about it.
You fly through history, yet you stand still in one place with Me. All the travel arrangements are imagined. The computer you work on is nothing but a dream. Dreams serve their purpose just the same. A dream is only a dream, yet it is a dream dreamed. Inevitably, you dream a dream. Truth is not a dream.
How is it that dreams come True? Are dreams dreamed nevertheless? You dream that this Play Ongoing on Earth is True. It seems to come True. As the dream plays itself out, it strikes you as a matter of Life and death. It seems that everything depends on your dream when your dream is only a Gossamer Play of Light, a far-fetched fantasy seemingly true, seemingly true because it is a whiz-bang dream of magnitude. You are good at it, this that you call Life in the World, yet you believe that everything depends upon this dream.
There are stories on Earth. You win some. You lose some. All the while, Life on Earth is a story that you get into. You flow with it. You surge through the dream. You have to find out what happens. Your story is a page-turner. However, all the stories have the same ending. The ending is return to Paradise which, in fact, you have never left. Whether you paddle your canoe or ride in an ocean liner, you sail the seas or drive a car or walk or fly.
Such is Life on Earth, a Parade you enter and join in, a Myth of time and space that you fall into hook, line, and sinker. You are committed to your story. You sink your teeth into it, and, all the while, it is a dream, a bedtime story, told on and on until you wake up to True Life which is Infinity, Infinity so incredibly deep, that there is no escaping it. You are in Infinity right now. Infinity is True, whereas Life on Earth is a bubble that bursts.