Like falling leaves I feel my lives they slip away; .... The passage of time; ...... Striding forth;

 

Like Falling Leaves I feel my lives they slip away

 


Like falling leaves I feel my lives they slip away – the mist is calling – the veil is lifting – will I like what I see – with this new me that’s not new at all – for I have thought of all of this before – another time and place – when I saw your face.

Pat Grabham

The Passage of Time

Channelled through Pat Grabham

The passage of time weaves its thread through life; so as many lives are lived, deep rivets run through like chasms, deep within a soul's consciousness, which means often unbeknown to a soul, as it listens and observes other people and the circumstances of a life, it too has gone through those very same emotions - pain - anger - despair.

For many times have we cried - wept with joy - suffered at another's hands - loved life to the full, and all these are buried in that storehouse of memories - like an old film, which exists and which can be looked at, so as to learn and understand moreof one's inner self, and why needs exist - fulfilled or still yet to be.

 

Each life being a facet, a part of the whole - all lives being one continual existence, albeit in another form/plane of being, that wheel of life forever turns, till one day those chasms no longer exist, for all is smooth and even.

All those experiences and lessons have been undergone, for now, that soul is as the Son, and from here travels unknown territory - for it seems almost a new beginning, for the old is finished - over, it no longer matters, for the soul being born anew, travels virgin territory, and what joy then to that soul - for Paradise is the goal, and Heaven has been experienced, both here and in the spiritual realms.

The soul now joyfully surrenders to God and is like a traveller - wanderer, not quite knowing where that inner voice will take it, but only aware that God exists everywhere, and there is no journeying back, except to give that helping hand as compassion and sympathy warrants it.

What joy then that soul has found - happiness abounds within and without, and yes, that passage of time has been the seeds of its eventual journey, which at last have flowered beautifully, as one day it will happen to all, but oh, the frustration and inner pain, till that day is reached; which now, today, seems life-times away.

　

21st September, 1987.


1984