Time is like an old agitator washing machine from the fifties, keeping things stirred up compressed and moving forward in molecular confusion. The sense of being here and there is as real as anything else on planet earth. Stretched forward and backward can make one very dizzy and unbalanced. Missing objects are strewn about between dimensions, seeking a place to land. The plates of time will continue to rub against one another issuing Unexpected seasonal and personal changes. The playing rules of one dimension does not hold true in another.

Losing the past and disconnecting from the Now offers opportunities that could not exist otherwise. The new age, the old age, all age becomes unnecessary as humanity makes a U-turn into a place of reconnection.  The communication lines between humans are fragile and strained like a butterflies wings in a high emotional wind. Seeing oneself mirrored in others has become very apparent and most avert their eyes not wanting to see what is right in front of them.  The oneness seems miniscule as humanity huffs and puffs and blows the illusion down.

Time, stars and climate rewrite themselves in harmony with new laws. Like a change in speed limit from country town to town. Each door you open will take you down another highway of self into a multidimensional portal.  Fractured parts of human evolution now seek to be united trying to fit into oneness. This will keep everyone busy scooping up missing parts of self.  Each person is escorted into all faces of their atom. All Original blueprints are laced with future possibilities, outcomes and back doors of escape. To become your true presence you must walk in to the deep abyss of you.  Realities are challenged doing hand to hand combat. Time rushes by without a thought, as the whirlwind of dimensional change has us riding our bikes against the wind like the witch of the east.

Time cannot be forced into pigeon holes.  Time has grown wings and takes flight into unfamiliar patterns.  The sextants of humanity demand that time fly in a direction that makes sense.  All sensors of Earth – smell, taste, touch, feel – are changing values.  Do not take them for granted, and do not trust them fully.  As what once was written in stone as truth, has now shifted in agenda.  What you know to be truth is challenged non-stop.

The body has received so many mixed signals, so many conflicting truths it is in overload and seems to be taking on a life of its own.  All of humanity is in overload.  All circuitries are encumbered. Earth is at an intersection of time and has become a clearing house of energy and information.