Suspension in Time

You got that inkling about suspension in time this morning. Let's dig in a bit into it ... in the last conversation I talked to you about past, present and future as separate time zones and how to be in the present while leaving past and future alone. Now we want to talk about blending them all into one suspension in time ... where there is no past, no future ... merely both blended into the precise moment in which you breath.

That is where we are,as equine.

There is no time in our world. Only the existence of "being".

For you humans, blending past and future right in with present time is a difficult task at best for you live by time boundaries.

We live with no boundaries. We live with no concept of time. We merely exist in the most comfortable manner possible. Our time is our truth as has been revealed to you before. The two are one. When humans are able to transcend the time boundaries it is then that horse and human can become one spirit together. That perfect moment when there are no physical barriers - when the human becomes the horse and the horse engulfs the total energies of the human. The two energies meld into one that flows without form or recesses to magnify what was originally created and human destroyed. The existence of "being".

Perfect suspension in time ... weightless, boundless, effortless beauty and creation of suspension.

Few have been able to master this and command the moments at will. It is our job to help humans realize this dimension. Humans live with far too much stress and complications of life. It destroys the body; it destroy the mind; it destroys the spirit. When humans proceed to force those qualities onto horses, the equine takes more concussion than the human because we are not created to withstand such existence.

It is then that the human/horse energies fail to blend but, instead, charge into one another with explosive results that are far more damaging than man can even imagine. Not so much damage to the equine as much as damage to the human spirit and mind. When time is not suspended but, instead, forced into boxed dimensions, the abrasion upon the blending spirits become so jagged as to cause sores to the souls. The edges may smooth out in time but will never be able to smoothly and gently fit together as one again. There will always be tiny gaps where the jagged edges still exist. The only way to avoid this is to begin always ... in the suspension of time.

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