The Shifting Sands of Drifting Time(lines)

THE SHIFTING SANDS OF DRIFTING TIMELINES

I was in my garden contemplating the stars one evening at the end of January, when one of my Gags (galactic ascension guides) began giving me the following info: ‘Because you have chosen a particular timeline, other timelines will start collapsing around you now’. Whaaaat? I wanted to know. ‘Although it doesn’t make much sense right now, you will begin feeling as if the past 17 years have been little more than a dream (or a nightmare) as you begin your journey on this new timeline’.

And while I’m not aware of any new timeline, what I was aware of even before January is a sense of time both speeding up and slowing down alternately. Depending on my own states of perception, life since the start of this year has felt both like a year has already passed in some instances, as well as just a single month in other instances.

But since I returned from a travel assignment at the end of the first week in June, things have been getting and feeling a whole lot stranger. Going alone (and I usually travel with a partner) was profound in itself until I realized there was an entire inner journeying that was to accompany me on this solo outer one! And that’s why all my regular travel companions had seemingly let me down.
In short, I was to have one enormous release through a very physical experience and in complete solitude, I was told after the fact. And apparently one which my HS (Higher Self) needed to have me offload very far away – like 450 kms - from my own home! Well, mission accomplished…

Yet, a few days after arriving home and in the early hours, I was woken by an urgent masculine voice practically shouting at me (to get my attention?): ‘You have left the 3rd dimension’.

Two or three friends were concerned about me and my physical? Safety during that week, but didn’t know why. It also then made sense as to why I had been so freaked out by the possibility of dying on our permanently-crazy roads on that trip. I had even instructed my cat-hating mother about what to do with feline family, should I be leaving this dimension, I told her. I seriously felt like I was about to leave, but perceived it as we so often do, as a physical death. When, in fact, it was a dimensional departure.

Several days after that dream, I came across confirmation via someone else’s channeling on how we, collectively, were leaving or had left this dimension! Always an enormous relief and affirmation when this kind of synchronicity happens. And it does – often.

I’ve just never been able to get my head around the concept of timelines, but something’s now starting to gel within. I’ve long understood how we humans have ‘cut up’ time into past/present/future for our own ease of living in this dimension, to the point where we’ve shot ourselves in our collective foot, by so doing. And subsequently limited ourselves in so many ways, as a result.

So here’s how I’m starting to understand timelines: you energise a particular path/timeline by feeding it energy, passion/desire and intention. Once you stop feeding it and no longer focus on it or outgrow it, that timeline can fade out, bringing forward another one. And yes, one that may not contain that tall, dark stranger who the psychic you saw last year predicted. Probably because she/he was seeing a timeline that you no longer needed or stopped feeding energy to.

Remember that movie The Butterfly Effect? And how many timelines and subsequently different outcomes each story/person possessed? Everything seemed to depend on which person’s choices dominated in the group that determined all of these. I would add that each of our ever-changing choices is what does or doesn’t shift our own personal timelines.

Anyway, suffice it to say, my inner landscape has been feeling both moggy and muggy since my trip. However, this sinking-in-a-consciousness-of-quicksand feeling, with a sense of nothing to hang on to, has escalated in intensity during the past few days.

On Saturday (day before the Solstice) I switched on my computer at 2.22! But..and here’s the weird part, the clock reversed back in time by a minute the next time I glanced up. And then innocently proceeded forward as usual. Or how about receiving text messages (many) minutes before they’re supposedly sent? Or this? When I looked at the time this morning it said 9.43 am. Great, I thought, I’ve got 15 minutes to prep for my call, happening at 10am. When I glanced up at it again it was…9.20am!!

This has happened to me before – 12 years ago. A whole other story, but the gist of it was this: I was on a trip on a particularly notorious stretch of road with an ex partner. And time literally disappeared, got gobbled up into some black hole for 45 minutes. When we 'returned', two songs on our tape had passed – the equivalent of 10 or 12 minutes - we resumed our chat and signboards continued announcing how many miles remaining to the nearest town. It was like we had left that dimension temporarily while we were still chatting. We both immediately felt completely ‘spaced out’ and needed to stop and ground ourselves with a drink. The spaced out feeling continued well into the evening for me, with a long hot soak not even properly restoring me.

That night at the hotel we were eerily served confirmation of our extraordinary experience. There had been an enormous car accident earlier, we were told, involving a pile up of numerous vehicles. And it involved the very spot and time we should have passed it. We would have been caught up in the middle of this mega-accident had we not expanded/contracted our time-space experience on that bit of road at that specific time. Albeit unconsciously and with the help of a team of IF's (invisible friends). Assuming the entire incident wasn't orchestrated by them in the first place. We were both shocked to the core, yet also unsurprised.

So, if time-space as we know it is in the process of collapsing, I suppose the following would also stand to reason. I’m having increasing difficulty (the past couple of weeks) in identifying where the majority of my thoughts/emotions/psychic feelings/sensations are coming from. I ask myself: Was that feeling one I received in a dream or somewhere else? Was that thought one I heard coming from my guides? Did I read that somewhere or did I think that myself in one of my many daydreams?

What I’m saying is I’m starting to feel that the whole mish-mash of my once separately-identifiable energetic bodies is being suctioned into this current quicksand consciousness of mine, like one indiscernible blob. Scary, but exciting stuff! Mostly because I know this moggy, murky state can’t stay this way, but has to be becoming something else…
Either that, or I have it all wrong and this really is the first sign of early dementia.
Well, I’m off to my photographic club meeting. And guess what tonight’s theme is? Departure!

Happy riding those stellar waves
Shellee-Kim