The Present Is Illusion

I chanced a thought at the past and recalled one of my few notably successful tweets. A single line: “You can be undone by a memory.” The more poignant the memory, the more damage it can do, especially if you have experienced the very structure of Time, which I have. My experience of Time was in the form of a vision and, in this vision I saw that time is not linear, although that is how we experience it using our quotidian senses. If you can arrive at a view of what lies behind the scrim of our mundane image of what is “real,” this is what you’ll see: an infinite 3-D space that contains the 4th dimension. Imagine being in the midst of multi-coloured globes that shimmer like the fragile glass ornaments of a living X-mas tree. Each globe is a discrete moment of your lifetime, the past and the future all co-existing, mixed together in an unlimited whole. Having brought your consciousness to this state, you can view all of the Time that constitutes your life simultaneously. Because you are then in a state outside of the usual mortal and mundane understanding of Time, you can see that “time travel” is simply a matter of the will, the will to finely focus one’s attention. Being amidst all of the moments of your life, past and future (meaningless terms, actually, but ironically useful in this description), you’ve but to focus upon a particular moment of your choosing, imagine it clearly within your mind and then you can will yourself to manifest in that moment. As has been implied above, the scope of one’s ability to travel in time is limited to that span of time encompassed by your mortal existence. There is a slightly uncomfortable suggestion of solipsism here, though the degree of discomfort is directly related to how attached you are to the people and things that you appear to coexist with. In the absence of immortality, what might occur after you die does not seem to be something that is worth worrying about. After all, only fun should be mandatory.