The Erosion of Time

The erosion of time upon my mind is not unlike the banks of a river.
The river runs down stream towards the nearest, largest center of gravity.
All local entities have a center. The balance of ones being. Yours lie somewhere behind your belly button. You can feel it with when in motion which is only experienced relative to another entity. Yoga is an ancient Hindu practice which develops a balance in all your life. Body, Mind, Breath, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit the holy trinity of life. The Sufis and Hindus both believed that when we transcend these earthly realms/frequency we return to the All encompassing Spirit, God source, Tao, Stream, the Mystery... Through ones belly button. Whatever the label they still are just synonyms. Nothing more. This return is most evident in the macro. All Solar systems are now believed to circle black holes which gives them the spiral, toilet bowl flushed look as the event horizon obliterates them. As above, so below. Ones life is a struggle against gravity while being hurdled towards our own annihilation. An absorption back into the Stream of Conscious Less. No longer is your energy personalized by your programmed mind into an ego. You are now home, the force that guides has eroded the karma, the ebb and the flow, the eddy which was once you. This allows it to move along its path inching closer to the culmination. Just as in yoga, whose practice kinks out all cul de sac'ed energy allowing your body to more freely exist. This smoothness is the river cutting straighter to point. Always striving towards the center. Constantly eroding any impediments. The end grows near. December 21, 2012 is the end of the Mayan calendar. This calendar was created over thousands of years by studying the stars and their cycles as they passed through time. This eschaton cometh to synchronize the one online, divine mind, meshed network of computers and their homeowners. Time grows faster as it and all else approaches the event horizon of existence. In the end, even matter no longer exists as everything is stretch towards infinity. Flattened into energy. Simple math. You can not divide by zero. Quantum Physics and Discrete Mathematics show us that when choices have to be made and energy must be divided among states. We all fall through the Blinko game of time. Until we settle into our respective stories. The Hindus also have endless deities as the mutual energy flowing and driving all apparitions is the same god head. We are all one individualized from the whole by our unique experiences which leave the river bed of our lives in its wake.