Doors

 

Holy doors close

 holy doors open

Constructs

 

Traveling through space and time and each place has there own thing but the same is still in existence as they act that it’s different…new years eve we celebrate on the hour and every space of all time it is constructed in a moment. 

Thought experiment in a rules based order place. 

We are supposed to be a law and order base but no real heads are taken for accounting here on earth. 

It was almost always a hot day, once in a while we had a cool rush. The land was rocks mixed with sand and the sea had the eyes of pure blue. How we paid for things was with a different kind of coin, with different faces and other meanings, one one thousandth instead of a tenth and if you got a rial, it was something that might make ones mouth water, but in school we learned the pound and a pence and yet where our grandmothers came, other faces, amounts with names. The sound of the adhan flies through the air to celebrate your faith, as we run down paths, dust at our feet, and we stop in our tracts when we see a begger man, only one hand had he, his skin dark and cragly, his head covered in a pale knitted round cap, he was good for your basia in this mystical land. A benevolent dictator ruled our world; by the grace of God.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story