Momentous ~ Outside Time

A Thousand Dimensions

WRITTEN on 31 March 2015 its publication prompted the Author Note … (at the end) and which is why this whole piece - both poem and prose - is also found in Poetry entitled A Momentous Day.

Six years on, my faith remains immovable, and I have faith’s freedom to live quite easily outside the box.

A momentous day


occasionally awaits

Our approach and mind frame


sets the tone 


Of how the day will pan out.

Sometimes they spiral 
out of control


Sometimes they lift and touch

as it were


The very stars of Heaven.

Our return to earth


is either with grace


or by

Calamity


Damage limitation


Repair


and the will

to 
Stand up


Brush ourselves down


Straighten up


and affix the horizon

Once more.

Our trials and tribulations


Measured by the hour, are.

By the day


By the week


By the month


By the year


By the decade


By the lifetime

But underpinning all


A glorious awareness


That time itself is a creation


And thus there is a somewhere


That, quite literally,
 is outside time

In the meantime


We live each day separately


It is so


It cannot be otherwise


It has been so


since time began


Since the dawn of time

And regardless of what goes on


I'm fortified and strengthened


in a gentle way


by a post that arrived this evening

And which simply reads,

From Lui

It’s a good day


To have a good day

THAT IS IT!

Written on 31 March 2015

THE RESPONSE

Thursday 2 April 2015

I had no idea Tom that this poem would have such an impact, and I am deeply moved by all the notes all of you have sent me. And how you have explained its impact on you - how the opening lines cause every point that has impacted our lives, whether through personal experience or by what we see reported, what we read, and what we learn through documentaries.

And so too has Dwane  said the same - from a different angle - a different trajectory - a different timeline.

I have stepped right outside organised religion and yet what I have learned over 62 years has given me my faith and which insists that I go way beyond the perceived dimensions - as Dwane has highlighted - to that 'somewhere' outside time.

As you all know, I do not write in a planned and organised way, but rather wait upon those moments of inspiration, through yourselves, through your posts, through the wonderful, mind-blowing things we see and experience on a daily basis.

To all, do not contrive to invent a piece, but wait upon The Spirit in whichever way we see, feel and hear, and to reach deep, deep within ourselves...

I do not even think that ‘the spirit’ is even accurate. It attaches too readily to religion. I prefer a Shimmering, something seen only of the corner of my eye, invisible the moment I attempt to fix my gaze.

I have been sent a beautiful poem by a friend in his native French tongue, in which we see the brilliance of the flower, here today, buffeted by winds and tomorrow gone!

Did not a Great Man speak of some such thing? Again, do not presume that signposts my whereabouts.

Reach out and beyond yourselves, ourselves.

Go way, way, way beyond the accepted norms of three and perhaps four dimensions...and see, feel, hear, and live in the thousand and more dimensions that are all around us - less than a veil away. Once we realise the wonder that time itself is created - it has to be, for if it were not, then it would put any higher being that we might worship within a created vacuum... No.

Creation has to be without limitation. Otherwise, it has no firm foundation. All becomes chance. Perfection becomes chance. To live in that belief would, for me, be akin to living in a carriage that hurtles back to oblivion from whence it came..

GOD, however, we perceive that Deity to be - and here we are not constrained by boundaries of land and sea, continents, belief systems and denominations - for all quite simply say and point to the same inevitability:

Salvation is assured. Eternity is assured.

Body, Mind, Soul and Spirit live on in eternity, and in that brief interlude when we step from this side of the veil to its other side, suddenly we are transformed into the very form that all our belief systems assure us.

Suddenly, we truly see light and darkness, the powers and principalities, Deity exactly as we perceive that Deity to be...and in that briefest of moments, we also experience that sudden conviction, that realisation that back behind us from where we have just come on the other side of the veil - where we are now - we definitely had almost everything wrong, and that in that Somewhere beyond time, even judgment is not in the form and manner that we have been brought up to believe.

This fills me with hope for the future, for all of us, and it will take us “times, time and half again” (as it is written) to even get a hint at the measure of that Somewhere... so as Louis[7] has so beautifully reminded us, and which quite by chance prompted the poem ‘Momentous’ :

Today is a very good day... 

For millions, this week is the culmination and very purpose of living.

Regardless of how we perceive things, live and let live.

And let us be mindful of those treasured moments in every day when, deep down, our subconscious reports to us that we have just seen beyond the veil - it is a trillisecond and less, often, but our heart pulls and there is an excitement so overpowering, that we decide we'd better keep quiet, for fear we'll upset the apple-cart. But hey ho, that's life!

In one place it is written that men have entertained angels without knowing it... in another place that G-D Himself has stepped into time and given us good counsel and then quietly stepped back to allow us to get on with our lives.

We live in a momentous age, and it is only now that I realise that it is no coincidence that the poem sets out with that adjective in hand.

Thank you again, all of you. I would not exist without all of you. That I do know.

So let us step forward, with faith and confidence in ourselves, in our futures and in the fact that we have an eternity together. Let us take comfort from that wonderful analogy...

Light always overcomes Darkness... and the darkness comprehended it not, as it is written.

This is the very essence of life.

Life is in the tissue and fibre of every moment of every day. Boundaries are meaningless to me. That Somewhere is that place I am totally assured of.

It cannot be otherwise.

2025

In 2025, we have an international wrecking ball convinced of his own invincibility. A very, very evil individual who in a fit of pique cut a nation at war off from all intelligence and defence, and thereby brought about the deaths of innocent civilians by the hand of a man, the epitome of evil, with whom he boasts an especial affection.

Yours, aye, all...

 Ken Webb, 2015

(but writing at the time

in my author name

Ian Bradley Marshall)

2 May 2025