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Thinking across time

 An ancient game board helps me think long-term.

Today I observe living creatures benefit from my oak saplings, I would like living things benefit from them hundreds of years after my death.

Today I observe living creatures benefit from my oak saplings, I would like living things benefit from them hundreds of years after my death.

My oak saplings are two years old, the cat and a ladybird in my photos today benefit from their existence.  My dream, many hundreds of years in the future a child will benefit from shelter or play in the oak trees that my oak saplings will become.

My strategy in business and life is like a game, the oak saplings are parts in the greater game I play, actors that play out their parts hundreds of years after my death.  I recently abandoned a plan to situate these oak saplings in Pitchbury Wood in Colchester when the new owners of that wood revealed their stupidity and lack of care for the living things of that wood.  The new owner, like so many in the modern age, pursue short-term goals, turning the wood into a shooting venue, their conversion of the wood already inflicting great damage to the harmony and life of the wood.  Where I finally locate my oak saplings is part of the long game, one that will see those oak saplings thrive and benefit people hundreds of years from now.

I am the inventor of my interpretation of rules for a game board that was dug up by the archaeologists of my town, a Romano-British strategy game.  I think the game is the same one as described by the Celtic bards known as Fidchell or Gwyddbwyll, which means in the Celtic languages “wood wisdom.”  In the Celtic stories the game is one of the Thirteen Treasures of Britain, a game of destiny, a game played by princes, kings and heroes, that also features in the grail quest.  The archaeology suggests my ancestors  buried the game with a druid in Colchester.

This game board was dug up in a possible druids grave.  The people who play this game no are linking to a common thread of connection between their ancestors and their descendents, who may also play this game.

This game board was dug up in a possible druids grave. The people who play this game now are linking to a common thread of connection between their ancestors and their descendents in Colchester, descendents who may also play this game hundreds of years from now.

I feel like the Celtic hero in the story, I have taken something from the Celtic underworld, this game, something magical that links the past to the future, which unleashed for me a rollercoaster of challenges and opportunity, including this Liberated Way blog.  I am the custodian of a game played by my ancestors, the rulers of Colchester and Britain, a magical treasure; a game that I will bring back to life amongst the living, after hiding in the grave of a highly ranked druid of the first acknowledged King of Britain for two thousand years.

Again, I am thinking hundreds of years into the future, how to deploy the game of my ancestors that my descendents generations from now will continue to play in Colchester.  My Celtic ancestors lived outside of time, past, present and future linked in an unbroken living thread.  It is because of this game I no longer think short-term, and why my strategies build bridges between my ancestors and the future descendents in Colchester.

Step outside of time

Time is an illusion.

The sun gives us a sense of time, but it is not time, we have created an illusion of time in our heads.  It is possible to step outside of this illusion by seeing it for what it is, a fantasy.

The sun gives us a sense of time, but the sun is not time, we have created an illusion of time in our heads. It is possible to step outside of this illusion by seeing it for what it is, a fantasy.

Look about you.  The last time you were there compared to now, has anything changed? It is likely you may discover something has changed, even if it is only the clothes you are wearing or how you have positioned yourself.  You will compare a memory of what was to the picture you see now, and you will note change, a sense of time.

The clock near me measures change, a series of regular ticks, and three hands that move about a clock face measuring out time.  That is all these clocks measure, a set beats against numbers relative to something in motion.  My ancient ancestors the Celts measured their year by nights, and by the cycles of the moon; they defined the start of the new year in the North of the world at the Winter Solstice, because to them their world started out of darkness.  An individuals sense of time is relative to their position on the planet, since objects in motion they measure time against such as the sun behaves differently to them, for instance some parts of this world the day and night is always equal, but in other parts it is mostly night or day.  On Mars the solar day and the solar year is different to that of Earth, because the motion of Mars is different to that of Earth relative to the Sun.

Individuals make the error of seeing time as something external to them, perhaps as a dimension, or as a force that is acting upon them.  What we measure and perceive as change gives rise to a perceptual error of a sense of time.  Now in your environment you will likely notice that it has changed compared to your last memory of it, or a memory of months or years past; this overall sense of change is due to changes of the individual parts in your environment acting either in their own agency or their interactions with each other.  Even now as you move about your environment you are changing it, you are moving particles of dust and air around, small changes that over many days will become large noticeable changes. The agency of change in your environment comes from the parts themselves rather than from an external agency of time acting upon them.

At any moment all that exists is present, everything has no presence in a subjective past or future, it all exists in the now rather than anywhere else.  Since all that can and does exist is in the now, time travel to a past or a future is nothing more than subjective opinion, a fantasy, a fiction that has no reality in nature.

Are you able to step outside of the illusion of time, becoming liberated from its subjective illusion? How does that feel? What now is your sense of reality?

Angry people and flowers

Time is precious, how do you spend your time?

Perhaps the same blackbird that is devoted to feeding its young and partner, whilst defending its territory.

Perhaps the same blackbird I feed that devotes itself to feeding its young and partner, whilst defending its territory.

A car cuts up another car, the angry driver uses a finger to insult the other driver.  Humanity, always rushing, angry and disconnected from everything.  Humanity proceeding through life glued to their smartphones, whilst the music of their ipads drown out fellow people and nature.

Too busy to sample the treasures of nature, humanity instead buys artificial electronic sounds of birds singing and artificial woodland smells emanating from electronic perfume gadgets. I have no need for the artificiality, I slow down, watch, listen and smell nature around me.  It rains, the relaxing beat of the raindrops, the fresh clean smell of water as it hits the dry thirsty ground.  The birds sing, a bee hovers in a bush of flowers. I smell the flowers.

Even now as I write this post I and the cat Pebbles watches a pigeon drinking from the bird bath.  I also interact with nature, this morning casting the last crumbled remains of digestive biscuits on the grass for the family of blackbirds, watching the male move backwards and forwards to feed their fledglings whilst the female has her own breakfast. I marvel at the starlings who seem to have telescopic vision in seeing small crumbs on the ground.

Today marked the anniversary of the death of someone, it is a year that has blinked by.  Life passes through our fingers like sand, the angry car driver spends his precious time insulting others, I spend mine smelling flowers.

Being a good steward

Stewards look after their stakeholders.

Steward your resources and those of others well, avoid waste.

Steward your resources and those of others well, avoid waste.

In my business I am steward, in that I protect, guide and feed that business by managing all its resources in an efficient way.  Good stewardship is the difference between the success or failure of a business, which includes the efficient management of limited resources of time, energy and money.

I find that other people are reckless with the resources of others, they fail to recognise that time, energy and money of others is finite, to be respected.  How annoying to me in recent days when an internet project I contributed my writing talents to fell apart because the stewards fought amongst themselves.  Then there was that individual who invited me to their home over the weekend costing me two hours for something I could have answered in less than ten minutes on the phone.  Or the individual I worked with over dozens of meetings and a website last year which came to nothing.  Those were resources lost to my business I am unable to recover.

The onus of being a good steward of your time, energy and money is down to you, since others can turn parasitic on you if given the chance.  If you expect others to be respectful of your precious resources then you must be respectful of them.  As a blogger I keep my posts fast, simple and easy, because I know that your time is precious.  It is an honour to me you read Liberated Way, I keep my impact on your life to a minimum, and hopefully you benefit in a positive way from my posts.  This is the same for all my customers in my business, I try to keep the impact upon their lives at a minimum with efficient business systems.  Business customers and blog readers are stakeholders, the steward has a responsibility to delight them with positive benefits without being a burden to them.