Time Lapse

As many of you who visit my blog will know, Time is something that intrigues me and that I write a lot about. Well, today, as I sat here working at my desk something rather interesting occurred. For a few seconds, I was back in the mid 1970’s sitting at my bedroom desk in my childhood home doing homework. It seemed to me as if I just flipped into that past moment and back again due to some outside prompt – a sound perhaps? It was a truly bizarre feeling because I expected to look out of the window and see Thornwick Ave in Willerby from an upper vantage point. Instead, I saw my street in Brno. I felt shocked by that somehow too.

Was it all just imagination? Or, did I flip from one time to another and back in an instant? It seemed like the latter to me. I know other people who have had such experiences as well by the way.

For me, time is not real. We live in an eternal moment and at a point in space. However, if that were true, we would experience stasis, stillness and no movement. Space and time are constructs that the human mind uses to create the effect of motion. I can move through space and in time. It could be that every single ‘moment’ already exists alongside every other single ‘moment’ and my consciousness is the flashlight that moves across each of these eternal moments giving the effect of movement – and time. It would be a bit like the way a movie is. Each frame of the movie already exists but the projector lights it up frame by frame to give an impression of movement and time.

If you think about that, it means that everything is already decided. That free will is also imaginary. Or, it could be that there are an unlimited amount of possible or potential moments and consciousness (like the film director) decides which get lit up and which do not. The mind truly boggles at this.

Anthony Peake in his first book, proposed that on death, we drop out of time. To me, it seems logical that when we die, time and space dies with us and we find that we are simply a timeless and eternal moment after all?

See My Haunted Life 3 also for a short story dealing with time and parallel Universes.


A Year Has Gone

A year seems like along time but looking back to this time last year, it seems to have passed in a flash. This time last year, I was living in Prague and I was worried about my weight gain having quit smoking months earlier. I remember buying the indoor bike and with good intentions, starting a weight loss and exercise program. Today, I weighed myself and blast it, I weigh exactly the same as I did a year ago! The bike has been well used and still is and if anything, my diet is better than ever yet I have not shed a pound. I suppose looking on the bright side, I haven’t gained any weight either!

Of course, we are now back in Brno too. I packed all of those trousers and shirts that didn’t fit me but would soon and they now have been unworn for a year. I even bought a shirt saying that I would slim into it! Well, I won’t give up. If anything, my waistline seems more rotund even though I am the same weight.

Feeling rather cheated that despite increasing exercise, decreasing food intake and so on, I went to the doctors recently. Blood tests came back all normal so there is no glandular excuse for my larger girth unfortunately. She recommended liposuction! I challenged her on that and she backed off and said to keep trying. Liposuction? I’m guessing she has a paid relationship with a plastic surgeon somewhere in town.

Despite this weight issue, I am alive and I think well. I have not gone back to smoking. The company we founded is thriving. Hell, even my books are selling (slowly). This time last year, perhaps 2-6 books sold a month and recently its been in excess of a book a day….if I can keep this up, I will be a best selling author in what – 50 years?

It is thanksgiving. I have a lot to give thanks for and I do. It’s been a good year overall and if my only complaint is that I don’t like my waistline then I am probably doing fine.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends and family and indeed to you all.



I remember my Grandmother telling me that time sped up as you got older. I was probably 5 or 6-years old at the time and, for me, time was a mystery. On the one hand, Christmas just seemed to take eons to arrive and then, when it did, it was over in a flash. The month of December was like torture really. Each day, you would open one door on that advent calendar but each day seemed like a century. Now, of course, I understand my Grandmother’s point of view. Weeks and months flash by so fast I could swear it was still August if it weren’t for the weather and falling leaves.

Time is a funny thing. We can measure it very precisely but what exactly are we measuring? How can we measure an illusion anyway since that is what time may well be. I read Anthony Peake’s excellent book on the subject a while ago. It was a great read. Intriguing. However, it just reinforced my view that time is a construct of reality that is needed to create ‘space’ in which to have movement. Space is another such construct. The space-time continuum is not real!

Melting Time by Lacza

Melting Time by Lacza

I had a crack at discussing this in some depth in the Hexagram book and also covered it a bit in the Last Observer too. I have also written about it on Asteroth’s Domain using various esoteric models to develop the idea that time is a construct of reality. In actuality, time may simply not exist. Imagine that for a moment. Yes – its tough isn’t it?

At the end of the day, we live in a relative world and unsurprisingly, time is relative too. An hour to me might not seem like an hour to you and depending on what we may be doing at the time, an hour seems variable in length even though we can measure that same hour quite accurately. Time is an enigma and it’s as simple as that.

In the words of David Bowie..

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget