Cherry Blossoms over by Queen’s Park
Over the past couple of days I’ve been very much in my head playing with plots and sub-plots for several of the projects that I have on the go.
They are in various stages of development. Lately, however, I’ve found myself consumed by the aspect and the very idea regarding time.
A blog post that I’ve been working on recently and that I hope to post over the next couple of days speaks to the whole concept of time and where it may have had its beginnings and our interpretation of it.
I must say that this topic has intrigued me on a very deep level.
Last week I was flipping channels on the TV. I came upon a documentary of a woman whose work involves trying to decode early forms of written communications.
The evidence is strewn throughout caves worldwide. The similarities that exist cannot be coincidental.
What their meaning is, now that’s the puzzle currently being explored and may well be the mystery that is never solved.
A few conversations have been sparked this week regarding what part of history we’d like to visit, spy on or observe. I found myself asking why my conversational combatants (i.e. friends) would like to experience those particular moments in time.
I love getting into conversations with this depth as it ignites something in me.
For me personally, I would go back to the moment that humankind had its ‘Ah Ha!” moment.
Something happened some 40,000 years ago and that is where I’d like to be a fly on the wall or in a cave.
A friend laughed and commented that they didn’t like the idea because it would be too difficult to live in the days of the caveman. Too much work and being dragged about held little appeal.
I smiled insisting they just may like it, then stated that I didn’t want to stay permanently…I just wanted to take a peek at what caused humans to begin to develop the art forms and rudimentary written symbols all within the same time frame on a global front.
Last weekend I found myself researching the whole notion of time. Time vs. religion, time vs. creation, and for that matter, how time has been measured. Right or wrong.
One article written by a member of the clergy discussed the time frame around God’s creation of Heaven and Earth and when we made an appearance.
Interestingly enough his take on it was that God didn’t whip the world up with all the animals and people on it in just six days then took a break on the seventh. His reasoning was that the span of time it took had been misinterpreted.
He felt biblical time was likely more in keeping with 40,000 years.
This intrigued me.
Now I’m not a religious person. In fact, I find many religions to be very confining. Being taught an ideology that does not invite exploration and free thought and where the truths being delivered are expected to be accepted based on blind faith alone is a little frightening actually.
I do know this. There is an energy that permeates this universe and it is a beautiful thing to tap into this awareness, this consciousness that exists.
My issue is not with the message but rather with the messenger.
Now do you think it possible that maybe, just maybe something has been lost or perhaps omitted in translation?
Humans are by nature and design a rather impressionable lot, are we not?
We can be deviant and downright treacherous. We are curious beings that are equally gullible and malleable.
Then there is this issue of power. There are those who hunger for it even when they aren’t sure of what it is exactly.
Don’t you think it entirely possible that an omnipresent entity offered, imposed or bestowed a wisdom upon us and those blessed with this knowledge might well have deviated from sharing all of this to satisfy and/or further their own station in life?
Why is it collectively we cannot come together to, oh let’s say, end world hunger? I’ve heard it said that there is enough food to feed the masses and that is all of us ten times over on a daily basis.
Why are we not assisting each other when it comes to illness? Think of the recent Ebola outbreak. Man, the minute it landed in North America…by God, they found a cure.
What about AIDS?
Why are we still fighting for girls to gain an education?
Why are we still fighting for sexual rights and freedoms?
Why do we still judge and condemn?
Every Christmas, while we all have the warm fuzzies, we wish for world peace.
This notion sells a lot of greeting cards, doesn’t it?
These are just a few things that in my mind I’m often amazed still exist on such a large scale.
Still, we wish for it. Why?
We’ve known its opposite for far too long.
You cannot know or appreciate peace without having suffered the loss and sorrow caused by the upheaval of war.
Much the same with happiness. If you’ve known the sadness, and most of us have, then we appreciate those moments of bliss all the more.
And we are so good at killing, are we not?
Images of men wearing black balaclavas’ with guns and machetes don’t strike me as a Godly men.
Oddly or perhaps not, the majority of ‘Gods’ at the helm of our religions worldwide dictate that certain behaviours and actions are unacceptable.
Killing happens to be one of them. So, I will suggest that perhaps we’re not getting this whole commandment thing right.
And as I processed and developed my various characters and plot lines for those books that will soon be enjoyed by the masses, I thought of death and its finality. At least on this plain and our fear of it. I created a new line of friction and the sorrow and pain my heroine will experience leading her to experience a great deal of anxiety regarding the choices she’ll have to make.
And on that note…
I was here
Welcome to the human race.
Enjoy your day. Namaste.