06-27-2006, 12:00 AM
Recovery and the concept of temporal transmutation and the implications that these conceptual focal points represent.
To recover is to retrieve but in essence what is retrieved is a moment that has escaped the fundamental fabric of our being.
This is what I heard the old nagual say: We are a tapestry of that which has escaped us. For us to advance we must be absorbed within a memory that is ever-present within the solidity of a construct that has been created, yet no longer exists. To advance into the unknown we must traverse all known memories, for behind the veil lays the ever-present existence of the void. To know that empty vastness one must be absorbed within that vastness, and the vastness ushers all that has been into an endless abyss that expands upon that which has existed.
The old nagual and I were immersed in a blackness beyond comprehension. His being swelled to encompass the living presence of my awareness. Within that dome that was his personal power we traversed the unknown, and the old nagual brought this unknown into known comprehension through his capacity to sustain awareness within that incomprehensible vastness where seers tread to discover why existence exists.
For you to know, you must be, and to be is to remember. There is no future. There is no moment. There is only that which has escaped us. To create we travel upon the intent of that which used to be, and upon those morsels we expand upon our intent, inch by inch; recovering. If the advancement is too swift then our being will become swamped in that which we cannot comprehend. Yet that which we cannot comprehend, comprehends that which has been.
When I recovered this memory, not only was I overwhelmed, I was totally shocked at the implications of what had been transmitted. Even though I advance with age, upon every second I am traversing this living construct. I am aging yet when I look at the construct that has passed, only can I comprehend that which has been.
I sit in my present moment yet I know this moment does not exist. And when I visualize my future I know that I am only transporting visual constructs created in the moments that have escaped me within that present that does not exist. Yet I age.
For those beings who travel from the future to the past I know now that the manipulation of their future is only their past, and their transportation back to that moment that is their future is that present moment that has escaped them, yet has advanced upon those who wait for their return.
Yet is not their past our future? Such is that which we struggle with in attempting to comprehend the incomprehensible.
So when I die, I know it is only the past of me that will expand upon that void that looks back upon the luminous fibers that extend to my future as a luminous being, yet that vibratory force, that pulsating template of energetic filaments is known to itself and within that vibratory force time does not exist. Yet it advances and expands upon itself; eternally looking back upon itself to beckon our luminosity to traverse its never-ending thread of light.
Upon these things we must ponder. The present moment exists because it was created and this creation is something that is built upon, through the memory of what has been. So within the conceptual field of this cognitive system we reach back to extend ourselves into new and encompassing worlds that are beyond our comprehension until we become composed of luminosity that extends itself from nothing and reaches into that future that is a past event.
Copyright 2005 Lujan Matus In the end we are the sum total of our doings and we will be faced by those doings at the moment of our death. Or is it our death in every moment that we live, that faces us with what we do?
To recover is to retrieve but in essence what is retrieved is a moment that has escaped the fundamental fabric of our being.
This is what I heard the old nagual say: We are a tapestry of that which has escaped us. For us to advance we must be absorbed within a memory that is ever-present within the solidity of a construct that has been created, yet no longer exists. To advance into the unknown we must traverse all known memories, for behind the veil lays the ever-present existence of the void. To know that empty vastness one must be absorbed within that vastness, and the vastness ushers all that has been into an endless abyss that expands upon that which has existed.
The old nagual and I were immersed in a blackness beyond comprehension. His being swelled to encompass the living presence of my awareness. Within that dome that was his personal power we traversed the unknown, and the old nagual brought this unknown into known comprehension through his capacity to sustain awareness within that incomprehensible vastness where seers tread to discover why existence exists.
For you to know, you must be, and to be is to remember. There is no future. There is no moment. There is only that which has escaped us. To create we travel upon the intent of that which used to be, and upon those morsels we expand upon our intent, inch by inch; recovering. If the advancement is too swift then our being will become swamped in that which we cannot comprehend. Yet that which we cannot comprehend, comprehends that which has been.
When I recovered this memory, not only was I overwhelmed, I was totally shocked at the implications of what had been transmitted. Even though I advance with age, upon every second I am traversing this living construct. I am aging yet when I look at the construct that has passed, only can I comprehend that which has been.
I sit in my present moment yet I know this moment does not exist. And when I visualize my future I know that I am only transporting visual constructs created in the moments that have escaped me within that present that does not exist. Yet I age.
For those beings who travel from the future to the past I know now that the manipulation of their future is only their past, and their transportation back to that moment that is their future is that present moment that has escaped them, yet has advanced upon those who wait for their return.
Yet is not their past our future? Such is that which we struggle with in attempting to comprehend the incomprehensible.
So when I die, I know it is only the past of me that will expand upon that void that looks back upon the luminous fibers that extend to my future as a luminous being, yet that vibratory force, that pulsating template of energetic filaments is known to itself and within that vibratory force time does not exist. Yet it advances and expands upon itself; eternally looking back upon itself to beckon our luminosity to traverse its never-ending thread of light.
Upon these things we must ponder. The present moment exists because it was created and this creation is something that is built upon, through the memory of what has been. So within the conceptual field of this cognitive system we reach back to extend ourselves into new and encompassing worlds that are beyond our comprehension until we become composed of luminosity that extends itself from nothing and reaches into that future that is a past event.
Copyright 2005 Lujan Matus In the end we are the sum total of our doings and we will be faced by those doings at the moment of our death. Or is it our death in every moment that we live, that faces us with what we do?