The Night of … 1633 The Fourth Dimension
In my simulation the fourth dimension is Time. One cannot have time without movement. Supposedly – because I don’t out-rightly believe anything these days – the word “time” comes from the word, “tide” as in the changes in the ocean relative to the shore. “Time & tide wait for no man.” These ideas must be contextualized and presented thusly because everyone is awakening to their own simulations and definitions and Annunaki forbid that any concept be solid enough to cross mental fronteras.
In my simulation, time is the fourth dimension and it keeps our vessel on course with the plan of Universe.
Today’s luncheon date; “Let’s meet around 1 PM, after the lunch crowd has left.”
“Cool.”
This type of shish happens literally every day to different degrees. We’ve done shows on this topic too. It still kind of blows my mind. Perfect time.
I’m about to roll out of the spot. Do my regular checks. Don’t feel my keys in my pocket. (House keys. I don’t own a car.) I go back to my room, scan the space as I’m sticking my hand all the way in my pocket.
Keys.
“Universe won’t allow me to leave until it’s exactly the right time,” I tell Number One Sister.
I’m walking to a different trolley stop than usual. It’s actually ten minutes closer than the one I usually walk to.
The doubting Mind is contemplating missing the trolley. Like “just” missing it. “What are the odds?” I’m thinking.
“Meant to be.” The mantra. Timing. I’m thinking timing. It will be exactly the right time.
My predictions rarely come true, but this one did. I just missed the trolley. I literally touched the side of it as if the operator would actually stop for me and let me on.
“I KNEW IT!”
This is when Igo feels like Mind is fulla shyt. “Perfect timing my ass,” sneers Igo.
Rationale figures this wasn’t the trolley we were meant to catch. We calculate that if we had walked to the other station, we would have missed the trolley we missed at this closer station. [Does anybody else do this?]
To quell the raging battle over timing within, we continued to peek into the non-existent multi-verse and imagine what the “We” that didn’t go back for the keys that were already in his pocket was doing. That usually doesn’t go very far. Too many variables.
Anyway … Figured I had a twenty minute wait. So I edited a show. Handy option when producing one’s projects on one’s hand-held gizmo.
It’s a thirty minute wait, but the next trolley shows up like clockwork and the destination station is only fifteen minutes away.
The connecting conveyance is less than a ten minute wait and a ten minute ride to our final destination.
Lunch date and I show up right about the same time, so no long waits. Always cool. Alignment is a beautiful thing.
We make our way over to our chosen eatery. The hostess tells us there are no booths. We take a table. A booth opens up. We hop in and enjoy lunch.
Perfect timing, maybe 20-30 minutes later than planned, by the clock, but exactly as envisioned by the statement, “after the lunch crowd has left.” We could have been a little bit more exact on the booth though. But Uni guides and provides.
This story can very easily be spun from several other directions. Like, “first I missed the damn trolley. Then my damn bus card didn’t work. Then the snootie hostess told us there were no booths available, when there was one opening up, that she sat us right across from. (We did ask for a booth – just sayin’,) I didn’t mention the part about my bus card having a negative balance, but the driver let me on anyway. I didn’t know I was empty, so I filled it up, conveniently when I got off of the bus. So that’s something else that went in Our favor.
To reiterate, this is how We, the Trinity, program the simulation. We do it daily, with intention, and it generally goes Our way.
The alignment didn’t end after lunch. (We both ordered the same dish with subtle differences.)
We’re leaving the spot and there’s a bus just pulling out. It’s catchable, But I didn’t want to roll out in a rush like that, so we let that one go.
Next transit candidate. I went to investigate the travel time. Nope. Let that one pass as well. It was a lovely day, the sun came out, it was cool and breezy and the air quality was “fair.” (Inside joke for regular readers.)
Next bus comes along. Bingo!
After parting salutations I get on the bus. The operator was super friendly – there are still some of them around – and he comments favorably on my t-shirt. He calls me back to take a closer look.
“I used to listen to that radio station all the time,” he says nostalgically.
The t-shirt in question is maybe twenty years old. Back when I was spinning on the regular, one of the local University radio stations would have guest Djs come in a spin for an hour as part of a four day fund raiser for the station. The tee I was wearing was from one of the years I participated.
What are the odds?
There are people who will cipher it out for you and tell you “the odds aren’t as great as you think,” which means nothing.
And although in the afterglow of the day, I can flippantly ask about the odds, I really don’t care. I also don’t care if anyone wants to set up the coincidence dominoes and tip them over.
This is how my simulation works everyday. And – I notice it happening.
So what?
So these are the guide posts on that path that so many humans are looking for. That path might start out thin and nearly unnoticeable. But once you’re on it, it expands. For example – you’re on the path and you don’t even know it. You look down and it’s faint. Grass seems to part a path for you to follow. Then, as your powers improve and increase you realize what you once perceived as a forest is part of the path and the path is the forest.
Anyway – that’s it. Even tonight’s offering is part of how the simulation operates, because I was going to skip it. Had no clue. Maybe right about other stuff. But what came through came out.
And I got my count too.
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