Time out of whack.
The limitations of time and space in which you live in third density physicality do not exist in fifth density. Instead, your soul has access to a wide variety of possible scenarios and can view these in real time and real space, so to speak. That means that your soul inserts itself into those locations in time and space and tests out the proposed sequence of experiences to see if you might be interested in manifesting such potential possibilities physically.
For example, let’s say you have the opportunity to travel somewhere next month. The first question is, will it be worth the effort? Are there other activities which could be more important to your personal growth during that same time period? There are several paths of possibilities to be examined. In the case of the travel option, the soul aspect of your consciousness will insert itself into the time and place where the trip would begin and then follow through that potential timeline, experiencing life as you would if you choose to physically pursue that line of activity. It’s a real time, real-place simulation of what would unfold along that timeline of experience. Only you, the physical aspect of your mind, can decide whether to manifest that by picking up the option to experience it physically.
These soul explorations along potential timelines are remarkably real and accurate because, in fifth density, all souls are in atunement with each other and the other souls who would be involved in your trip next month come into the simulation and react as they would if the experience were to then play out in physical reality.
Another day, another Feeled.
Over the top of the De Fence.
The Butterfly Effect.
Which way is up ?
The Metal Box and where questions about the role of sentient AI within the reality matrix and what exactly is AI if it’s all mind stuff become pertinent.
And Deeper Magic.
Confirmation, if any were needed, Nutfield is Narnia. There is a place.
Lucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive and excited as well. She looked back over her shoulder and there, between the dark tree trunks she could still see the open doorway of the wardrobe and even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set out. (She had, of course, left the door open, for she knew that it is a very silly thing to shut oneself into a wardrobe.) It seemed to be still daylight there. “I can always get back if anything goes wrong,” thought Lucy.
She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards the other light. In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next, she heard a pitter patter of feet coming towards her. And soon after that a very strange person stepped out from among the trees into the light of the lamp post.