A Journey Through the Labyrinth of Time

By Jill E Kinkel

The passage of time acts as a magnetic wavelength symbiotically tied to the fractal cycle of nature.... The wavelength flows to the silent sound of responses where a new time dimension of the life cycle begins. Extending the timeline of instinctive action and physical emotion of magnetic sound… thought... it refines and teaches our mind’s eye.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664193635

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One

The passage of time acts as a magnetic wavelength symbiotically tied to the fractal cycle of nature.... The wavelength flows to the silent sound of responses where a new time dimension of the life cycle begins. Extending the timeline of instinctive action and physical emotion of magnetic sound… thought... it refines and teaches our mind’s eye. For it is a race to find the moment of creation where new ideas flow with the next energy release. But, in the flow of the endocrine and lymphatic hormonal release has locked us into a dream that connects our mind’s eye to our senses whenever a new egg drops.... A magnetic vision that is really a river and a stream that gives deep sea divers the bends. And once again... the switch of precognition is now the sword... the means that attaches itself to the new life coming and the other ending.... And, Heidi in waiting... is limited to parallel universes separating atoms and organs.... Where the finest belief systems still sings... and the core... of the syndromes... is that the bends are the next scheme in rhythm and rhyme... to out distance find a movie in linear time.... So the source to bring back the dawn if it matches up to the original plan seen in the computer brain... as it realizes a treasure taken to fuel the ill-fated hosts. The dawn is fixed looking at the eye of the west because in the shadows is a hypnotic echo from the east.... Rhyming in mortal minds is where light and sound play a romantic musical of dreams implying a reality of home as a reflection singing to a tune of three dreams.... It is the link that keeps minds locked in a mystical creation of a walking Lucy in the process of analyzing quantum mechanics in everyday life. Where it is evolution of physics and the repeating cycle of politics... reveals the rider of the brain’s mental seizures is how the circle continues its recreating action.... Where a reflection of repeating images keeps the direction of atoms in an eternity of the seven years to the one.... For, it is how to end the comb... and the entrapment of living in split form... to get to the real host... and the end of dry Melba toast....

Two

A blue shade of few... have mastered all cues...and clues.... With many close encounters of all colors… the beauty is grace that no hollow image can ever remake.... For, you are the one that saved me from thoughts that travel to times of constant sadness. The dark is where confusion reigns in the reality and dreams are free to a roll when my heart is forced to rock.... Even so... you never lost sight of the principle of what matters most to your divine soul.... As you hold dear those who still believe in a begotten spirit matched to the purest essence of life itself. And, the greatest treasure is knowing that you are Orpheus recovering lost souls.... While at your side... is the deepness of God guiding us to follow the narrow trail... and its bridge... long to find the eyes of his soul.... It answers with instincts tied to an intuition... that carry the load of definition... where hearts dwell... and matter to the Scots.... A rhapsody of life itself... create a movement to make ‘all the planets dance.’ Gatsby like so many never had a chance... with the blue and the bells toil for the last Job.... And, the last song of bagpipes... answers with smiles... that now are torn... and very fragile.... You looked after me... each day of my life and that is the greatest truth... always standing up... never letting songs... leave too soon... Now, to begin the dance to the sound of piping time’s optimism and tunes... that came before all the tragedies... and regain the beauty of what thought had died…. I wish to say to you... that faith and love... was always present in all times of dark days and electric nights.... Those days now passed.... I can begin to shout... the truth of how devoted I am to the truest of guardians... a young girl now old.... still wishes you to sing... and dance a’too as I hope in the forever future of a calling to reunite and be together with God by our side....

I will always thank you.... and nothing could shake my view... because we are destined to find the other half which is the purity of divinity always promised to be with us forever....

Three

The idea of compassion is all that I can only manage right now. I hope that it is like the repeating rhythmic tides of the moon... and the infinite instinctive beat of time from the sun that they together radiate present time.... I send out an introduction such as this.... so that it might not miss the point that it is just a wish that I hope to make your day turn a little bit brighter.... Even when it is storming snow outside for many of you... remember your youth of today as the stepping stone to be wisdom of what the future brings…. As the present reshapes our conditioned instinct and emotional struggles by bringing clarity of foresight to sharpen our mind’s eye... God is the sculptor. And, as an artist with invisible hands, he sculpts action into reason.... For it is he that knows that our hearts are frozen and when it is time to melt our hearts to the fullness of life…. When divine thought is shared... that is his gift to us.... For, he opens our hearts just enough to match with faith to deepen our vision to see that life is more than just an objective view.... How much to do... is much indeed... that wisdom comes as the rarest seed.... The sowing of the seed is to know that it is worth waiting to attain the matching of his soul.... A memory brought reason to life... and to know that it could happen again.... Or even not... the fact that it happened once... is enough to fulfill each mission of saving souls… For, all is not a loss... where his presence brought a life time of such great heights.... And, as the reverent heart beats and never slows... I wish you a very bright gift of once you know it your heart glows.... It is what is underneath the waiting eyes that finds what protects the soul. For, only going the distance of solving the riddle of the abyss is how the heart slowly melts to match compassion to action... and identifying one’s purpose and reason…. Learning to wait is all I can teach you of how to hold life’s rock steady.... With a devotion such as this... it is more than any to have known or to expect... but that is why the excitement has never left.... Because he waits to rescue innocent eyes that never suspect when he is ready. Those that miss him face the disappointment of loss and need time to recover…. So the experiences in our youth learns that he has to plan in small steps of action to fulfill a promise made in remembrance that is carried in your eyes and in mine.... The roses that bloom are in the one to strengthen the minds to host the constant time soul…. As a blind eye... holds the seeds for us to always feel... the healing that surpasses the storms... is the first promise that answers the instinct of wills.... By finding the center of the cosmos... is to find our concept of zero... and that is the summer dance to chance to live again.... Where in the scope of that center... is to capture the emotion... the inspiration... to know that the voice across the mountain side still beats the tune of will from a wisdom of waiting.

Four

A child blurred in a made up world… is left with empty meaning of a grand design…. A series of reasoning of blind acceptance… without answering how a plastic world produces a plastic being… so the initial appearance…is just that… an outward shell… and hollow within…. It is all about holding time to match up the links to one who says who, what, and when… and do this and not that again…. Two stories… of the graceful and the other untamed… One is taught to look away hoping in the distance… to find a signal of reassurance… While a list of the untamed… the race continues onward… separating the linkage into hybrids…like mathematical trees… of descendants. Using Einstein theory to understand how gravity bends space… is an agreed logic of one…. For, it began as taste… then became a standard technical and chemical formula… to learn where the duality of creation began to learn which side contains an illusion of dreams in the action of life. But, both sides have truth and reflection like how the branches of Song of Solomon… are intertwined… and life begets life…. And, both sides miss the washing within each stomach of all of us. For, a particle buster at home plate… alters the matrix of the human and metaphysical life cycle that repeats in every generation.... A plan waiting to come alive is linked to the variable of present time…. Bouncing forwards and backwards to the walls of time... a ball… vibrates as it defines the place known as absolute zero... the echo factor.… Air and water pressure releases steam and gas gradually as a river of infinity continues to flow searching for the wheel of inspiration… the cycle of life…. Set in the pattern of threes… pi… as life, creation, death... or as guess, epiphany, and decision—solution--synthesis…. It is a process where in each dimension of time... infinity is kept on the inside… cradled within constant time as the hour and minute… and infinity is the second hand of present time… In other words… the duration of time… is how there is the minute [future], second [present], and hour [past] in the process of time…. It is like fiction… where there is introduction, climax, and conclusion—a cycle of roles--and how it mimics humankind… with a dyslexic meaning found in a gap of time… of a time delay…. Both match up with an impression rather than an exact number line meaning… a collage of times… colors… images… as mirrors of reflection.... Used to measure present time… like the atomic clock… that is the right hand of how measurement understands the difference between God and us as human….. While a modern mathematic formula is now used to harness nature to give faster light and justify the meaning of the right and might…. The control of nature is by absorbing light particles… pixels… that act as the fuel contained by sound as matter to make an invisible conductor anchor the speed of light. Thus, a shield is created to hide pockets of steam and gas within the appearance of action…. So, the sound barrier has energy to influence the human sensory where new knowledge gets blurred…. Creating the anomaly of a new wheel to battle the uncertainty of the question of humanity’s existence and one’s own purpose. The memory is restored with one epiphany at a time. As those born in time are split with the first and last atom… the stem cells are used to find Gabriel’s fire in the end. And instead of world of promise, it is one that tries to make plasticity the form and appearance as it contains the emotion in nature. While its fractal code’s pattern is the second hand fueling the atomic clock that sets action of time as the hour and minute… making nature left to choose between an image and a mirror reflection…. Axum’s razor is thus used as an educated choice to an outcome that ends either as a mistake or a gain by luck…. Overall, our individual action… is how we try to become the ideal as we become a composite of the old and new attaining our true identity... our robes…. For each time we attain our robes… the shell… it leaves a shadow… an imprint on mortal time’s soul... a quantum shadow....

This shadow marks a duality of meaning that created the abyss—a loss of one’s purpose--that separated the spirit and the mind of God from his people. Thus, to reconnect to him we must understand how flesh became the great thirst… the next pursuit. Because its fix acts as a magnetic conductor… predicting the next set of plans to carry the voyage onward… and to find the source of the Silk Road…. It is the place where atoms meet before they are scattered as the fuel of the golden mean, and then becomes lost to the extremes of infinity. Where at the source of the golden mean is the place were logic and divinity meet as the robes of the soul has a renewal of energy as the individual remains with the imprint, the shadow, of a kinetic memory of inspiration or desperation.… So the imprint is how we have a connection to the robes that define us. The next miracle solved… as another fusion is made… though soon to be sliced, scattered, to expand the walls of time… separating us again to be the great forgetting until the next fusion… The gatekeepers hold onto time… by bending space that has a resistance of how the quiet kingdom leaps…. Thus… the weightless and those of gravity… are all things that breathe, radiate, and magnify… where the natural pace is that of the inhale and exhale… as a dream to take the final leap…. Thus, it is that only life force remains… entangled in a vortex… with a vibrating ball… thrown into a game of pinball of choices.... While the individual at the end… cannot see the influence of the different sides to one’s own body.... Where the ancient soul of man and woman are kept separate… but, remember the imprint… they are never truly be apart … or fully erased… because the tree of life is the wind that remains underneath the scattering of atoms…. But, in sound… in spirit… is how … memory of the meek keeps on the constant voyage… knowing that feelings can confuse mortal thought. While the one who holds the timing… tries to grasp the last repeat…. As the ancient stem cell… duplicates itself… it heals the last assault… but the use of the Corinthian helmet steals from the fountain of youth. And, it leaves many without a replenishment of food, shelter, or a fuel source… but still carries on the plastic soul… that repeats a nuclear conduction…. Thus, making heavy water as the addiction for comfort…. leaves one left to wonder where and who… is Prometheus…that searches for a way to hide from the shattering.... While mortality has emotion left in the wild terrain of nature… we, at times, can act as the untamed stuck in the abyss between memory and forgetting… the great place of confusion. As linear time has us experience restraint during the time of facing the great unknown… the struggle has divinity evolving to the next solution of the sphinx’s riddle.

Our reasoning continues to evolve as our behavior is effected to change because of what we have learned. Time remains as a transference to assimilate the thought wars… people learn with a pattern sown and shown. Where in the beginning… an atom… is a song making an emotional memory… of whom we were… and to return to be…. Instead… we live in a blurred reality… the place between the consciousness, sleep, and all carry forgotten memories…. of all the endurance… relived in back to the womb… over and over again…. As life… of the spirit… is losing ground… while an anomaly of a time… is really an artificial form, an illusion… so the time line is changed… a new time line began by erasing individual memory that creates a parallel universe. Where a mathematical number line of humanity replaces the Golden Fleece… as it spins… as gravity… using metaphor in literal ways of action full of color that hides the black and white…. We live separated from the connections with a constant thirst… and to change reality… is where we continue to evolve…. This is the link of chaos… and order… one side of paranoia… and the other of blame… and then again… that gets us back to Newton… to Benjamin Franklin and the serial gain…. An overkill of fission… that through digital magnetism… it makes radiation remain… as residue… like a shadow… to then gather clues… for the sentinels of end… communicate to the beginning. Where they find the backup system… where the ball… bounces in front of where all time began. So God holds… the decision… given… outright after the rough draft… to be maximized until it can go no further. As humanity finds that reality is God’s as he has listened… watched...waited … and sends others… to witness… the four seasons to one last and first living tree…. Thus, the trouble of entanglement… of the lost soul… and to all the leaves… holds the fertility of the life force… as long… as it is understood… of why it lives alone. Where only by guessing and trying to slowly unravel the Hercules’ knot is to lead all out of chaos. For we were born in time… with the right side of the sun creates the ways and means of recycling infinity. God balances the begotten to work within the system of repeats… where the moon’s atom of creation is sliced every time. And, leaves us without a conductor left in constant fission making a scientific order of a hybrid of people and plans. By using repeats… used on the children here… in Kansas… leaving them in cyclone alley of Oz… to adapt by fulfilling the length of time for the begotten soul to repair itself as the mind has been opened since its dawn of birth. When will the trees of amour and armor come? As it is the question that keeps the sun in constant fission…. A constant run on sentence… holding onto what mercury really is…. And the balance of the moon… of the right side… of morn, noon, and eve of night… will the crescent… and blue moon… hold together the harvest one…? Where a tired father watching… awoken in his time to dream in sleep… wondering why our human world is so taxing… and find no need for forgetting.... Thus, the rising mercury… is the glue to the last shining star still standing…. Look for the answer… in the silver… it is not a mimic… for it is the original neutron… that has been a silent friend to us that was thought lost and abandoned…. We were stuck in a movie… in a dream never traveling nor sinking in the place that acts as a bridge that shields all from the radiation…. And this is what repeats… until we change the order from within…. And now the birthright… has the rails… set in emotion… and reflection….. Now please see this song that is our creed… that all true souls know the distance and through the direction of the repeats… end the reign of the abyss….

Five

As thought carries… back to the time of the first spark of life... I wait to see and learn how many visions can understand the actions of one’s mind…. As the substance are blown from the breeze… these walls, are now at Jericho… and must return to Arthur’s lady still heavenly floating in clear stream waters…. The grail…the ‘whale ship’… can bring back… middle earth where in the world of illusion Arthur makes a literal stand… that is too much for Avalon to hold up the magical lands…. So, the king rises up to where trees are alive with many a’branches… and watches the releasing of the hair of Samson… as Orpheus sings with his guitar … twins, twins, twins… us being separated means only half of us remains…. While words now escape all reason… because human’s mind never stops to hesitate because God’s plan is unraveling to define a beginning and ending, and this is what is a’matter here… the way we think…. Where to diagnose what is truly divine… and to understand that the loss of being separated from our other side… has led us to lead from his feelings…. So the king had to go east for the sunrise… because he was left with only using his scattered thoughts as his eyes taken to find God’s mission… his crusade…. With senses like that of Helen Keller… he had to start over to find his kingdom again… trying to link all worlds… by keeping each distinct and sacred …by keeping them separate…. Where now in science and math… is the language used to link all sides... yet, remain a distance in the lines of reality’s action…. The understanding… of Gabriel’s fire flaming as Prometheus’ liver, Zeus’ thunderbolt, and Poseidon’s water explains science in elements of concepts… as an investigation as the process of how life adapts to each new taken discovery. For, we miss sight of each original creation each time by taking life and epiphany to copy and wait for the next release of questions to reason. So, our world investigates God’s world instead of finding and living it. Thus, filtering through the static knots of creation is how connections of common understanding as a language that speaks as one. Thus, our world is dependent on investigating each of God’s new creations... which is how our research takes from the knowledge tree each time. And, this dependence is the original addiction that we have with God so we are walking in an anomaly extending time. God brings in more life, and individuals dissect the questions learned from the last investigation of life and forms a common language to share…. We live in a labyrinth that flips and turns and never being with the life we have all yearned. Learning how to stand right after birth… with the unsteady legs of a babe horse… is how God uses coming up from the ashes… to water… to then earth and air… streamlining us to this time of the present action and manifestation of all life. In the world of questions… all is scattered here… with each person in the last place centered in the very circle of all cosmos…. So… that is how everyone is still linked to God’s particle of life… used as concepts to find the meaning of life…. In such a way that we all share a part of being Joseph’s loss of his multi-colored coat…. Like him, we have to let go of our flesh of all what has passed and return to God’s world …. As the passage of endurance… is what tests the birth of a soul… we have to let go of the literal tides of reason and the addictive movements of containing pleasure and pain…. For, we share a testing of precognition in action which is a program that becomes of how much one can escape from the power of chaos in one’s stomach and mind… and also to release the unicorns from their captivity…. And, their freedom… is fighting for ours… so please see we all still do care so much… as we still try to smile… to a promise to fix the broken hosts… as he saves our souls.

Six

A rainy day... blues… has everything to do with just trying to grasp the reason of why things got washed away... It is so difficult to be everything with just the toasted highs..... But, he said it best when he said starry, starry night... and how are you still in my dreams when all is within one’s physical sight? In the contest of opening the gates of sleep to find all tomorrow’s highs knock upon those who have reached the final test... and find a form of a matrix with numbers rejoicing a pattern.... But, in the transfusion is the confusion.... And no one seems to catch on that the numbers are already set in motion of action... by whom writes the plan. A walking discovery is that it is not numbers at all, but a story that commands all different stories of trial and courage living in parallel times, and the one soul is taken for all to remember their specific story and fear writing their own action.... When that was not the plan at all... to be a copy within a copy, so the one who writes is the one that memory is taken for its innate ideas of wonder.... When those who determine their own action discover the meaning of life... for, by taking care of one’s garden within a mind’s eye is to find the beauty of self-discovery. While one’s own relationship with the maker is found not by touch or a possession, but by understanding that light and courage are a gift to be treasured for all time.

Seven

A rotation.... to all what is up is down... and the down... comes up.... So, while we ride with turbulence, we recognize patterns repeating and that is what builds a momentum of expectation. And order is how to control our quest in nature.... Its fractal and the Fibonacci code is webbed within a human design. We endure differences as we absorb the entropy of nothingness... the emptiness of thought that plagues in the ruling moments.... For, the search for a purpose has created an abundance of institutions…. Now in line of factory production... that brings out the rebels... to fuel... and search for the greatest of collections despite many Maltese falcons.... But, an illusion is from a mirror’s reflection that uses fancy symbols to force communication of the timing of a fox