REALITY IN TRANSITION

Thought crystallizes. Its edges become sharp and hard. Soon we begin to believe the illusion of its boundaries. We forget it is a wave of energy, in flux, pulsating, Reaching out to every glowing atom, moving faster than The speed of light to create a new version of Reality. Reality is in transition from moment to moment, never solid But spinning like an old airplane prop, its edges disappear. It becomes invisible and all our slow tracking eyes can see Is the outline of its trail, fluctuating and vibrating in echoes of our fears. We move from moment to moment tracking the deep grooved Impressions of the same thought over and over, like waves pounding Against the solid rock foundation of our fantasies and warped realities. Oblivious to the magic and power of intention that shatters illusion in an instant, We are trapped in the reality of our own making believing there is no way out. We are all in transition from one reality to another, Not one living the same life exactly or experiencing the same universe. It is a hologram of confusion infused with snatches of Truth just out of reach. The Matrix is the scaffolding upon which it weaves and grows. The magic of transition is that we can, at any given moment, Through free will make a new decision, starving the groove of its power to contain our vast possibilities, multiple streams of abundance and conjoined strings of realities. Copyright Chula Schlesinger Fleming © 9.8.24