Arnaot stops by for coffee

I was sitting at my desk one summer morning. The open windows gave me a panoramic view of high desert and distant cliffs. A breeze that carried the fresh morning smells floated in. I floated down the time stream on those smells right into the empty space between two thoughts. I relaxed and listened to the wind for a timeless moment of open awareness. I looked at the blank sheet of paper on my desk and wondered about the mysterious something that I was seeing just below the surface. Just then, Arnaot rode up on his home made bike. Since Arnaot always arrived at just the right time for something, I knew he was here concerning whatever was going on with that sheet of blank paper. I was a bit surprised because I hadn't seen him on this planet before.

Anarot is a time Lord of preexistence and a weaver of realities. He is journeyer and a master dreamer. His dreams of new realities are so intricately woven, that everything from an atom to a galaxy fit seamlessly into the existence patterns. Everything from silent awareness to mental concepts, everything from life to death. Anarot's dreams were so real because he would shape shift to become a field of consciousness, then weave a cosmos with karmic time lines, actually becoming each aspect of a cosmology "himself". He would personally become everything from the sound of a footstep to the swirl of a galaxy, everything from a spec of dust to a politician. And do it seamlessly and all together.

Anarot was a young guy to my point of view, but in his expanded reality he was beyond polarities and age. At the level of his creative activities, polarities seamlessly embraced and completed each. He was a master but also a student who was always upgrading old realities, making them backward compatible of coarse. He had come up with the old flat earth on a turtle idea when he was just a toddler. But now days his reality concepts are forth dimensional. He leaned his bike against the tree, smiled at me through the open window and ask, "Do you have any coffee?"

The water was hot. So I brewed two cups of Organic Costa Rica. He was a small dark guy. Looked a little like an indian.His eyes were deep, clear, peaceful, and aware. He sat down beside me at the portal. That's what he called the sheet of paper there on my desk. "I felt the opening of a "time line portal" at your point in space/time" he says. "I thought I would stop by and see if you wanted to take a short tour into the matrix to catch a glimpse of the karmic path of woven existence". The matrix is fourth dimensional because it is a pattern that is being woven in time with time lines. A time line is the path that anything that exists takes through time. Every thing from a snort to a moon beam, from an idea to a piece of bread has a journey of existence, a time line. When we look at the time line of any object we can see that it is better understood as a continuum of events that morph as it/they flow through time (systems within systems).We can see the patterns that bring everything into existence. 

We directed our attention into that white sheet of paper. But instead of a white surface, it was more like a white foggy depth. We looked deep into the paper and when the fog cleared a bit, a tall pine tree on the edge of a stream came into focus. Arnott nodded, and said, "This tree is in this paper. One of the time lines of this papers existence goes back through this tree from which it was made". We will continue to follow this strand of the fourth dimensional exsistance pattern.

Now we looked deep into this tall pine tree that grew at the edge of the stream. It became a slightly transparent and we saw a young Sioux Indian boy inside the tree. "This boy is part of the existence time-line of this tree. He is in the tree." We see the boy take a pine cone from the fire wood pile and throw it in the stream. A seed in the pine-cone sprouts beside the stream and grows to become the tree that became the paper. Arenot pulled me out of the web, back to the desk. He says, "We have only taken two steps,and followed two links into the matrix. Every link in the existence pattern is essential to the present existence of this and he tapped the paper with his finger. But every link goes in countless directions and nothing is excluded. The web of existence patterns is woven like a spherical crossword puzzle. . So if we look deeply into the existence patterns of this paper we find the entire cosmos, inside and outside. The only thing you won't fine in the paper is a separate thing called paper". You can see many things in the existence patterns of forth dimensional time lines.

"I always thought that paper was paper." says I. Then he says something that stopped my mind. He says, " I have upgradded the existence patterns of your universe"."The new program is backward compatible. The old programs work but you can't access fourth dimensional experience right away.You will shortly begin to notice that the things in your world fit together a little differently."

He took an energy sphere out of his pocket. Like a bubble, you could see through it. Still there was something in it. He looks into me and says, " Your world's present concenses reality has a conceptual foundation of sub-atomic particles (separate tiny building blocks). The personal programming patterns that have sprung from this data bank have been illusory, dysfunctional, and self destructive. So here, we have the new model and he held out his hand with the energy sphere in it. I looked closely into the sphere and I saw three spheres in geometric symetry moving dancing within the energy sphere. He says, " Each of these three inner spheres is made by the other two. Each sphere is essentially emptyness in which the other two express existence. It looks like three but it is also only one. Earth scientists are discovering that the smallest atomic particle is a time line, a strand in the web. All the programming based on separation will be obsolete".

Arenot filled his water bottle from the well and rode his bike off into the sunset?. And I stood there wondering if I had dreamed the whole thing as I looked out the window at a blackbird sitting on the pole.

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