Wondrous.

This morning as I was trying to step back from the routine and live in larger truth, I felt surrounded in eternal hope...

It felt absolutely wonderous!

I believe that some part of me is eternal, though I don't know exactly which part. Perhaps it's just my consciousness. I mean, consider the reality that we are conscious! It's totally insane.

Imagine throwing your clothes in the drier and when you come back they are sitting in there, perfectly folded. I guess there is some minuscule chance that it could have happened by accident. But...

I'd probably come to the conclusion that a conscious, acting being came and intervened. Even if I was the only person on earth and that happened, I'd be looking around like, "where are you, folding friend?"

God is that to me. I don't know everything, but I'm looking around at this world thinking the chance of it coming to be without a conscious, acting being is waaaaaay smaller even than the chance of my laundry folding itself. (What a shame it doesn't, amirite?)

So, I was thinking, "whoa, I can think! How crazy is that?!" and I felt my belief in the eternal nature of consciousness so powerfully. I was comforted that a lot of man-made whackado is going away, but no person ever can or will- at least not completely.

Ally really wrestles with the concept of eternal nature in my book and there's this moment of enlightenment that comes to her. After I wrote that part I had to go back pages and pages asking, "what did I just write?"

How funny that I just felt something Ally has already experienced. Ha! That is weird considering I was the one writing her story.

Woof, I'm not going to touch the nature of time with a lightyear long pole. Don't expect me ever to write about that, guys.