"I am attended by 3 conscious angels, who abide with me always.."

"how ya'doin' James?"; her tender inquiry as they arrive, sitting together in the Rainbow Garden.

"I am attended by 3 conscious angels who abide with me always; Water, Air & Sunlight." quoth James.

She gasped. It had been all of 20 years since first she happened on those words, and nobody but nobody had ever spoken them back to her. They had stilled her then. They stilled her now.

Findhorn; 1988 or '89 when she found that slim white paperback book in the Findhorn bookstore; The Gospel of Peace of Jesus Christ (Essene); found the text stunning and exquisite in its simplicity; took it off to Randolf's Leap to drink it in.

The words were a portal then. The words are a portal now.

Yes, Yes. It's the truth, she smiled remembering..., breath releases..., and all's right with the world.

Stretching Time Like Taffy

I was going to post days ago. I never got there. Nevertheless, I am fascinated that this concept would not leave me; stretching time like taffy. I know how it arose and I know what it's related to; I was breathing; consciously breathing deeper; that's all. But it was getting to me, in a good way. I would be parking up my bike, putting the lock on, and find myself noticing all around me, especially what trees and plants are doing...., and suddenly the transition moment would s*t*r*e*t*c*h. It's a very cool experience, very trippy, and it's distilling lots of half-remembered wisdom-words about time doesn't exist, and all the ways we know that a minute can take forever or zip.