No matter who we are, toward which side of the political pendulum we swing, what religion or non-religion we practice, or how many things we own or don’t own, we humans all have the same inner questions: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? What do I value? Do my thoughts and actions matter? How have I spent my life?

These are important questions and the answers don’t come so quickly and time goes really, really fast. It twirls and whirls and grabs us up, eyeballs bouncing in our heads, and we have no idea who we are or where we are going. I recently watched the 40th anniversary documentary, Woodstock Nation. That fantastical musical-moment took place in August, 1969, when 400,000 young people gathered for three days in a farmer’s field in Bethel, New York. (Poor farmer.) I did not attend–it was the summer before my senior year in high school and I lived out West, but it will always, in my mind, represent my generation of young people. I was 17 and all these years later, it seems like it was yesterday. I am at the same place my elders once were: Where did the time go?

Life is more filled-out and free when we are kids; it is not so easy for time to get a hold on us then. Enter high school and it begins to sneak up on us–and we start believing time is important. Sometime during college, most people get serious. Today our calendars are set in cables buried across countries and in ocean floors and time is not kidding. “You’re mine,” it says, rubbing its bony, numbered fingers together, cackling. The faster it taps its fingers, the faster we run–unless we opt out.

I have seen enough to say: Live now. Live your life. Follow your heart. Don’t become or do what somebody else tells you to be or do–be who you are, do what makes you tingle all over and gives you joy, for there is no other way to know yourself. How will we answer those deepest of questions if we never learn who we really are?

For sure, we are more than bodies. For sure, we are more than time’s puppets. For sure, we are more than the number of years we spend on Earth. We must reach deeper and higher into the quiet, and mean it. From there the answers will come, shifts in consciousness will be made, and when life begins anew we will not be time slaves. We will be free. Not free from our responsibilities, but alive to each moment, functioning at our very best, at-one with the Light, changing lives and circumstances wherever we are. This is our calling.


4 thoughts on “Time-Slaves

  1. That’s what I’ve been brooding on for a while: it’s important for people–young or old—to know who they are. Without that, as you have expertly put it, it’s hard to be exemplary figures in life. How can anyone be a role model without being secure about themselves? 🙂 Great article!

    • I think we have both things going most of the time, a lightness and a darkness, and that we are role models for both sides of ourselves–what not to do when spreading darkness, and how to best live when spreading love. The truth is, sometimes things come to me when I’m writing that I struggle to honor myself. Any time we work to be better people, I believe we make God very happy. Love, Pam

  2. Yes — though at times I find that even when I’m busy and going from task to task, if I can focus on what I’m doing, joke around and have fun with the people I’m with, and not feel burdened by all I have yet to do, I can be busy but not feel like I’m a time-slave. If, on the other hand, I fixate on things that need to get done I can spend an hour doing nothing but yet feel enslaved. Attitude really makes a difference. And, of course, if one does as you say — live your own life and follow your heart — then being busy and having a lot to do can be joyous!

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