From: "Jal Kae" 
Newsgroups: alt.paranormal.channeling
Organization: CyberGate, Inc.
Original Date: 19 Mar 1997 20:52:38 -0500
Time
The wizard, Haggard, was roaming a North African shore with a few friends
and followers. A young child with striking hazel eyes tugged at the
wizard's cloak. Looking up, she asked, "Master, what is time?" 
Haggard was silent for a moment. He then bent down on one knee and scooped
up a handful of sparkling white sand. Holding it out for everyone to see,
he said, "This is time." As he spoke, the wind from the sea scattered the
white grains everywhere until his hand was again empty. "It is subject to
different forces. The time of your life is like the sand - it is yours for
a moment and then it is gone. At once, time is both magical and terrible."
Hazel eyes became uncomfortable and anxiously asked, "But can't we hold
onto it more tightly?" The wizard shook his head slowly and said, "It is
not for us to hold; but not to worry. Time is like the breath of God,
allowing this life to be. It turns us every which way. For now, your
memory is your map of time. A point, though, exists beyond the edges of
your map. When you go there, you will know the secret of time. You will
know that it is not a secret at all, because secrets can be revealed. 
"My child, time is like the face of an unusual clock and we are its
hands." With that, he took the little one by the hand. They continued
walking, picking up shells, feeling the wind on their faces. 
......
From "The Book of Words" (an IROOT:NOTian text that exists in the future.) 
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