Time bends

Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs

Time bends

If you look at the tectonic structure of water and where water has been then you could have invaluable planetary information about the surface of the Earth. Digging around in the Earth's crust would give you similar information to knowing the surface of water. The surface of water provides oxygen and we breathe but on a molecular level water could provide the clues needed. You could not imagine the surface of the molecular structure of water to reveal much information but like the crust of the Earth this will reveal the whole history of the planet from the beginning of water to the end of water. I could imagine the end of water could be an alarming thought but the human habitation of Earth would have long gone. The history of the planet Earth would be revealed in a handful of earth and the curve of the Earth would suggest the history of the molecular structure of water.

Taking our mind further past the curvature of the Earth to what the curvature of the Earth would then, reflect you could possibly associate the curvature of water to spacetime, time bends.

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What is the geometry of water?

Nicole Page-Smith, writing and photographs

What is the geometry of water?

Falling, the ideas fell, fell to earth, falling but as matter is the earth, the mountains are the idea. Ideas fall like rain from the sky and the rain could be the ideas. Clouds and air evaporate from the earth rising in our continued cycle of clouds and air rising to form rain. The water going back into the clouds from the earth is similar to ideas rising to the clouds only to fall to the earth, falling like water falling through the clouds as rain. The ideas rain through your mind clouded with thinking and drift up to the clouds only to rain down again. The expansion of ideas expand only to contract and our ever expanding universe of ideas continues to accumulate like matter only to rain ideas from the clouds. Thoughts linger like rain.

Rain and snow are foremost on my mind but the clouds have blown away, off the hills with the birds. The clouds of thoughts like thinking absorb the rain only to drench the earth once again with their ideas of water and rain, but ah, the snow falling to earth. Howling winds on the ice batter your window and all night, rain, sleet and snow have fallen like ideas falling through your mind. Ideas are as the divine shape of snow flakes, ice crystals on your mind are temporary and soon melt away for other thoughts to float and assume geometric shapes. The wind roars through as though cold ice had frozen your ideas into place, preserving them like the rain and the perpetual, heaviness, ideas behaving like a virga, rain clouds evaporating the rain before it reaches the ground. Thoughts barely intuiting themselves into being and existing in a cloud of thinking not materialising past a vague feeling. The wind blows on and the snow flakes blow around forming individual thoughts melting with the rain into your mind, thinking.

Icicles appear to further form the snow flakes in your mind, crystallising the divine geometry of thoughts into your intellect. The cold ideas of clouds of heavy snow are an avalanche. Sliding, tumbling and falling down mountains of thought into a blizzard, whiteout, forming into hard ice and snow. How did the sacred understanding of thinking formalise into the geometry of God? The stars could tell you falling down from the heavens like snow falling to the earth. Will the stars one day fall out of heaven to make us understand God? The stars are ourselves, falling like the rain through time. Snowflakes, falling would describe God in the second it takes a snowflake to melt on your hand. The geometer is at work with the Platonic solid of water. All nature appears to inform your mind of a consciousness of God and the heavens, above. What is the geometry of water?

 

Ideas continue to fall

Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs

Ideas continue to fall

The heavens linger and with the changing seasons the planets and stars circulate the sky. "Heaven is the distance of the Sun." Said, the moon to the Sun. Oh, but why said the moon? The moon spinning around the Earth made an enquiry to God but knew in its moon substance the history of the universe like a meteorite might know a star to ask. Out there, in the heavens the planets continue to circulate the Earth and the Sun and even though light years pass in a second, they are close to infinity in number to reach the Sun. Endless years pass through time and space but to reach the heavens takes an eternity of thinking while clouds pass over in thought, the stars and moon shine away. How ancient can yesterday be?

Clouds roll on and cover the sky for another rainy day. Rainy clouds tend to rain on the inside as the rain falls heavily on the roof and although a calm sense of being secure inside while it rains outside gives no less clouded feelings, your mind spins on a spiral, spinning as the Earth spins on its axis and the clouds spin around the sky. Gravity tends to pull the clouds around with the rain lowering the clouds to the earth, heavy and saturated with rain. Raining on your mind the clouds tend to pull your ideas down as lowering them with the rain through your mind on a cloudy day. Mountains appear out of the clouds and along with the volcanic formation of mountains, gravity blows the clouds away. If with the fire of a mountain ideas tend to be choked and clouded with thick smoke and ash, rain clouds may soon harden the mountain. Ideas and rain formulate in the same manner and eventually fall down with the rain clouds to earth with rain.

Accumulation of matter such as water falls silently through the clouds as air is pregnant with rain and ideas continue to fall.

 

In the sky

Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs

In the sky

Clouds drift and continue to float around the sky, life goes on with the thoughts of air as though the ephemeral substance of clouds is as momentary as a shooting star or comet in the sky. Clouds are strange and like all the things we know about the planets, the stars and why we are here as a form of God in the garden, we drift off like matter separating. Drifting with the clouds we drift apart. The expansion of matter appears as far away as the Sun but the universe continues on with the mission of planets in space perpetually on their cycle, circulating the Sun. Separating matter from the clouds would be like extracting water from air and we fall down to earth like rain drenching ourselves with the information clouds give us in the sky. If thoughts were clouds would they think for us? Thinking with the clouds, we drift and are astrophysics for God. Clouds would know thinking, drifting across the sky and carry you along with your thoughts. Heavenly thoughts linger and the clouds drift in the sky.

Thoughts of clouds drift in and out of your mind. Are we the shadows of clouds or did we see a better day? Clouds permeate, do they become stratus, cirrus or nimbus clouds of thinking bearing thoughts rather than rain? Alto, the medium level of clouds, linger then, drift away. The sun shines for another day and the light looks down on you. Are we God for the clouds, thinking? Clouds may be able to tell you in the sky.

 

The knowledge of God

Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs

The knowledge of God

Days roll on and on and you find your thoughts are in the clouds. Clouds hang around the hills and are mountainous where you are forest. Forests think along with the birds and trees, peaceful thoughts of gentle breezes blowing and birds, chirping. Birds flying as though thoughts through the mind linger with the clouds. Life drifts through you as though time was flying along at the normal pace similar to birds, flying. If life were to be explained as a "flight" we could understand mortality and the depth of the soul but clouds float on by as though life was as fleeting as the clouds blowing around in the sky. The flight of a bird through a forest could suggest the life of the spirit through your body. Bird sounds are similar describing the wind of the spirit and time. If walking through a forest was your life from one path to another you could understand how trees think and the flight of birds. The fleeting moment of life is as temporary as a cloud drifting in the sky.

Drifting we drift like the clouds in contemplation of God. Angels sing and the birds twitter, away. Flying and gliding in the sky birds are like thoughts gliding, through and the clouds think along with you. The birds chirp and you are drawn up to them like the angels in the heavens with the pink of the sky at dawn. You think of the earth you walk along being as ancient as trees and the birds or all the stars in heaven. We are all the same substance, the air, the sky and the earth along with the clouds raining upon you. You may wonder what the substance of birds could have been before birds. Was the substance of birds just air or another species? Your mind flies off with the birds, flying. Maybe the birds flew from God's hands like magical creatures from another place or were invented in the heart of God. Birds, flying. Birds fly though the trees and the clouds drift out of the sky. Are you a bird or can you fly like the angels? God would know. 

The knowledge of God.

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The clouds roll on for another day

Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing

The clouds roll on for another day

Heaven has its angels. Angels are our heaven and protect us. We are the angels and all the heavens for God and our starry substance reveals our whole history as though the stars of all the heavens stretching over the night sky were the milk of our blood. Our blood reveals who we are but also reveals our starry history and all the constellations beam through us from the heavens. We glow the glow of the Solar System like the flash of a meteorite entering the Earth's atmosphere. Clouds of thought reveal shooting stars for our angels and another day closes for God. Our history is the heavens and all the planets. Angels are our name. Stars float in and out of clouds of the night sky.

We are clouds for God. Drifting across the sky clouds float in and out of your mind like thoughts. Thinking with the birds flying through the clouds, God flies along with the wind. Wind and clouds blow along flying as though the gods were chasing the wind and the sky. The clouds rush around the sky rushing, rushing and the birds fly like the wind. Wind and rain follow the clouds. Trees appear to brush the clouds. Spirits of the wind fly and keep to the mountain tops with the clouds. The clouds hug the hills and contemplating the end of time embrace the whole history of the human race. One cloud can encompass the thought of clouds describing all the matter of the sky. Air, water, fire and earth. Water evaporated into the sky. You would not think the clouds could describe the history of the Earth but they are only there for the mere fact of the Earth spinning around and accumulating clouds to question the sky. If you asked the clouds questions like: "How long have clouds been in the sky?" God may tell you not for very long in the history of the Earth. Clouds are a more recent phenomenon with the sky. Oh, the night and the sky reveal history, the history of the sky. Do you marvel at the sky? Clouds do float in the sky.

As God floats with your thoughts the clouds drift and the skies reveal the light. Clouds close in for the rains fall through your mind, raining gently on the inside. Your heart feels heavy as though dark, rain, clouds surround the very ventricles but the storm of life seems to continue. The weather subsidies and so do clouded feelings dissipate for the brighter days of sunshine. Light filled days tend to elevate the spirit as though you yourself float up there to God in the clouds, thinking and gliding in anticipation of flight. Time like the wind, travels quickly as the clouds race around the sky. Windy days are similar to thought patterns, blowing in and out of your mind but you feel the density of life. Trying to hold onto thoughts sometimes feels as though you may have to hold onto a tree blowing vertically all thought of horizontal thinking but at some point, you have to let the storm blow through you and let it go for the calm after the storm. Hurricanes of thinking flood your mind until the rain clouds blow away. The wind continues to blow as the whole force of life drifts along with the clouds maybe we are swept along with the flood of ideas and the clouds roll on for another day.

 

The heavens within

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

The heavens within

For God we are his plume but glow and sparkle like the feathers of a bird. Stars are our light. The milk of the stars will take you to your light but your light is at the end of the stars. Stars by day are as light as by night but like an angel you may catch the glimmer of an iridescence as though a bird flew past. Birds fly under wing but angels, fly. You could see the glow of stars in the heavens. Angels like the plumage of birds are a reflection of the stars. Angels only visit out of need. Stars are our inner substance but only reflects stars. Milk is our substance for stars in the heavens like wood is the substance of trees but we shine all day for the Lord above and angels simply fly. Angels have a need to fly.

Clouded are ideas of angels for they live in the clouds. Fly, angels fly. On rainy days angels visit you with every droplet of rain but are really only in the sky. God sends you angels to comfort you but angels are only reflecting the clouds like thoughts from the sky. Flying to the heavens to warn God of an earthly need angels only frequent the sky. Realms of heaven are the distance of the Earth and the Sun. Stars reflect our heaven.

We are stars in heaven for God but the heavens reflect the angels and planets could tell you the story. If Earth could only tell us of all its history.

We are stars for God. The light and all the stars fell out of heaven to make who we are and kept falling through the Earth to the other side. We are the stars for heaven in the stars. The milky, starry, heavenly abode produced all the Earth has to offer. Asteroids, meteorites and comets all fell at once, too. Falling, falling through the heavens, God made the Earth, spin as though on an axis but kept it spinning to create the Earth. We are the stars and all the heavens for God and the Earth but our history is within ourselves like fossils in a rock. The history of all our being is inside our bodies and every millimetre clouds our sense of who we are but tells the tale of all the planets and the stars as though a thoroughfare of angels was to fly out of your heart every day to God. We are the stars and all the heavens for God and the angels in heaven. The heavens within.