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                                      Time: The Ultimate Power

 

Time is a beast of a notion.  We have arguably zero control of it. It is interesting that time does not even exist in the 5th dimension. Still, even those who can reach higher meditative states must eventually use the restroom or eat a meal.  We are earthlings, and we are stuck here in the 3rd dimension for much of our experience, where time is king. We bargain with time, make time, and borrow it. We hope for more and we are grateful for some. It rules us really.  The idea of eternity is a longing or a torture, but is it even real?  The Nordic Norns are three sisters of time, Urdr: What Has Been, Verdandi: What Is, and Skuld: What Will Be. These giantesses rule destiny greater than any god, weaving a web of fate bringing a sense of fear in mankind. 

 

But why?

 

This bothers me. Why are we so afraid of the Norns of Time? 

 

Because we have been conditioned to fear loss, and even more specifically, death. Yet, those who live a truly spiritual life understand that we are not in control.  It is a relief that the death of anything is the birth of something else. That story has come to a finish and a new era unfolds. This is why we prefer to consider an afterlife. 

 

What if this new deal is not so good?

 

Well then, we will be called upon to rise and fight for something worthy of us. This is, afterall, what we are all doing here anyway. Creating. Building. Rising up. The human race is, like every other species, riding the waves of our own natural cycles. 

 

What Was leaves a legacy of lessons lying within the ruins. We are fascinated by our ancient ways and the stories of how we lived. What we have been is a nod to what has been glorious and beautiful.  Our elders help us understand our own innocence.  Antiquity holds legends; we are so much more than what we see now. As we learn our history, we come to know ourselves.

 

What Is holds truth if we are willing to seek it. We must decide to stop fearing and begin the descent into adventure and heroic measures. Why else should we bother? To live a perfect life and die a quiet death? How boring. No thank you. I like my messy and passionate life just as it is. The here and now must be intentional. What do I DO? What am I? Who have I become?  What is this new day and how can I best live it?  When is waiting rooted in wisdom?  Will I allow social conventions to dictate my soul? There is a Time to fight and a Time to love. 

 

What Will Be is worth the wait. There are several Nordic Runes that our ancestors would cast to know more of time: Dagaz represents the single day and the power of one cycle of light. But Jera represents a whole year and its seasons. Sowelo, the wheel of time,  and needed preparations. Ehwaz, the journey and one’s movement with the divine.  This promotes a looking ahead and setting to the course of building on a dream. It is important to know that divining what will be is still a thing. We predict finance and politics, weather and health. We attempt control over reactions and outcomes.  We discuss our intuitions and notice synchronicities.

 

I hold time lightly,  but don’t think for one minute I would dismiss its message. 

 

When my father lay on his deathbed, the death rattle emitting from his mouth, we were told he had no more than a couple hours once that plug was pulled. I knew this was untrue. I knew it would be the following night, at dark, about 36 hours later, and I said as much. No one took me seriously of course. People sometimes don’t. To my family’s surprise, I left unapologetically and went to watch the annual fireworks. It wasn’t fun but it was meaningful. I returned the next day to comfort my family.  That night, at around 10pm, my father took his final breath. I cried for all he was, for all that he was not, and for all that would never be. 

 

My stepmother shared a small portion of his ashes upon my request. I am still, years later, unsure what more I will do with them. I guess I will know when I know.