The Mountain of Time

I have always had a different perception of time. As far back in my own web of time as I can witness, I saw distant temporal places that others did not. It troubled my family while I was a child and when it intensified in my teenage years, I was committed to a facility where I was taught to believe and see as others did. I internalized that perspective over the course of four years and learned to parrot it back. This did not keep the flashes at bay, but numbing the mind and body with a cocktail of drugs and training allowed me to disregard things that others didn't see, for a time.

Eventually, that training unraveled. I slowly learned to trust that what I witnessed was real, or could be. The past is a broad valley below you that you can see from a high vantage point. Farther below, the details become obscure, but the breadth of vision is exceptional. Looking forward is much harder. It is like glaring up a steep cliff ahead into the noonday sun. Things jut out and obscure one's vision, yet these precipitous moments are visible to some degree.

I met someone who understood what I glimpsed. They saw potential that was not yet fully-realized. That time had not yet come. They taught me something of the true nature of things, at least as much as I could understand. Eventually my Awakening arrived. It was one of those bright precipices that had loomed ahead, a great vantage point that opened up whole new paths. Time and its myriad pathways, the junctures at which it converges, twists, and turns, became things I perceived now in new and deeper ways.

Yet my journey was not done. One of the things I have come to learn is that no journey is ever done. It simply changes. It was years more of earth beneath my feet before the next great vantage point was reached, one that I embraced wholeheartedly. I learned that what I had understood before of time was yet flawed and this new moment gave me greater vision into its workings. Indeed, it allowed me to begin the process of stepping away from the common understanding entirely, to range more freely along the range.

In recent months, I have solidified my new understanding further, disconnecting myself even more fundamentally from a flawed concept of time. In doing so, I align myself with what it truly is, rather than its reflection in this fallen world. This new vantage point places untold new vistas within view. And I will reach them, stepping away from the mountain of history itself and roaming, flying more freely in my newly liberated state. What other great truths lie ahead at these new vistas, I will soon see.

- Tàcharan