I see it now. The fluidity of the passage of time, the shifting of timelines, the vortexes and portals that pull at our Be-ings.
We are running out of time. And we have all the time in the world we could ever need.
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"Fifteen minutes a day," she said, "Just 15 minutes. That's all you need to do." She stands comfortably cozied up in the fall air, which is just turning now and beginning to have that extra nibble in it. Not yet a bite, but a gentle fall nibble, reminding you to begin to turn inwards, now that the light is getting short, and the nights much longer. Her cheeks are rosy in response to the fall air. She stands next to me, energy enveloping me in this deep knowing.
Here is one of Gaia's Warriors. She has stood timeless, through the ages, wearing gowns and cloaks alike, while she sings and sways and dances softly on this Earth Mother. Bound to love and honour Her, sworn to guard and defend Her. Through timelines, through dimensions. Hello, Earth Warrior Queen. Hello, my neighbour, my friend. Hello Sister. Hello Witch, Medicine Healer.
I wonder, does she know? Can she see it? Does she feel them, beneath her skin? The timelines? The incarnations? The lifetimes? Magic swirls around her, an invisible cloak.
She has only to reach her hands to the earth, to call in the sky. She has only to reach her hands to the sky to call in the earth. She is Freya, she is Tara. She is all Powerful, once she Remembers.
As we all are.
She is still talking. "That's what they taught us. Fifteen minutes a day; that's all it takes. I'll share the information with you."
And even as I bring my awareness back to this dimension, I can feel the resonance. This is Truth in a manifestation form. It's strange how you can feel vibrations of Truth in a new way, once you start listening on a deeper level. Listening from a cell level.
"Fifteen minutes. That's it. Yes, that's something I can do."
Finally, a piece that I can bite off and chew.
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"Just five minutes at a time," he said, as he stood in the brightly lit hallway. "You know how you've been told to take it a day a time before? That's wrong. You can't take it a day at a time anymore. Too much can happen in one day. Take it five minutes at a time. Just get through five minutes, and then the next five minutes."
His words feel chilling and warm at the same time. Like someone has put a cloth and pressure on a wound that was bleeding out. I take a slightly deeper breath. Five minutes is something I can do. I can survive these next five minutes.
I let myself relax a little. He's here, this sweet, gentle man. I remembered him as so much bigger. But I was sick then, and much younger. He's about my height now, but the way his quiet voice sounds as he talks makes me feel young, and safe, again. My oncologist. Come to care for his patient. Only I'm not the patient any longer. Now, I'm the mother.
The mother. He looks for my own. She, no longer the mother of the patient, now the grandmother. She is as destroyed as the rest of us, shaken to the very core of her being. He crosses to her, and I work hard not to feel the sting of the disappearing safety and warmth.
Five minutes, he said. I square my shoulders. I can do the next five minutes, no question. Stronger, calmer, armed now with the wisdom of how to walk through my worst nightmare. Five minutes at a time.
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Three years later, everything has changed. The world shifted, landscapes shaken like fresh sheets on a bed, flattened out by big sweeping gestures, and firm pulls and nudges. Our world, completely remade, the same and totally new.
I see it now. The fluidity of the passage of time, the shifting of timelines, the vortexes and portals that pull at our Be-ings.
Five minutes at a time, I have lived through things worse than I had ever imagined, time and again.
Fifteen minutes at a time, I have remade my life into something new.
