Making Sense of Time

In this slice of now, I'm 51 years old.  I remember 4, and 7, and 13, and many other ages.  In the roughly 447056.45127 hours I've lived, nothing differentiates ths hour from any other that came before.  I'm still me.  Still walking the world.  Different places, different people about me.  Some lost, some new, but still the same me.  This is the seemingness.  Measuring against my old behaviors, against my old thoughts and ideas, now is best.  Sometimes suffering has been bigger or smaller than now.  But suffering or not has not ever changed me.  I'm still the inhabitor of this house of matter.  The Spirit within, filling all the cellular rooms and the auric space around the man.  I have new thoughts, new knowledge, new wisdoms, new patterns of living.  None of this has changed me.  It has only served to focus me more.  To align me more.  I remain here, standing in my Crossroad, deciding where to go and what to do.  How does the knowledge that the me-ness doesn't change affect my thoughts?  It soothes them.  It is so easy to see why the minds of many believe in life after death.  In life so many things happen.  Yet we remain.  How can this not be so in death?  It's like a bird who flies South each Winter.  They've always done so.  The weather and climate changes didn't change the migration.  The age of the bird didn't.  Yes, death will eventually change the migration.  But then, does it?  Who knows what death does?  Fifty one years have passed and from my perspective, it went by rapidly.  Why does it seem so?  There were many days that didn't seem to pass with speed.  They drug on...  Yet I was there, too.  In my teachings, I often reference time.  I discuss it's flow.  And often I realize that people have eternity within.  They are Eternity as spirits.  To us, as spirits, of course time is longer and shorter, fleeting and stable, always changing.  We are moving within it as we generate greater and lesser amounts of life power, what I have come to call, The State.  And time, like matter, flows in accordance with the divine radiance of State.  TIme changes.  We, as the livers of life, do not.  We learn and grow.  We remain.  Comfort beyond warmth is the knowledge of our Eternity.  Am I 51?  No, not ME.  But I have lived 51 years here, this time.  Thinking of you and your Crossroad.  Stephen