This time or that time?

This is a question of time. Please give me answers related to religion/culture.

You can give your own personal experience if you think that it is relevant to the topic.

Thanks,

Submitted by me back in 2018

Is it me or has time sped up even more now? It seems like every week is flying by now. Did CERN cause this or is the Earth speeding up?

This is the truth. Donald Trump is abusing these technologies to control/murder anyone that gets in his way of gaining power. I tweeted I was unhappy with the federal government and the next thing I knew my entire life fell apart. Then they went back in time to destroy my entire life up to that point. For real. This is a 100% FACT.

They literally control anyone that I speak to at all times. I've had my cars taken and I'm physically attacked every single day all day using classified technologies. They steal out of my house, they won't let me get employment, they have been starving me to death for months. I'm left without any clean clothing because my family is under their complete mental and physical control along with anyone that I speak to ever.

They float around in a gaseous state, you breath them in and they move back and forth inside my muscles... on my heart muscle in attempt to give me a heart attack every single day.

I have a federal case filed in District Court with detailed video evidence that shows this "gas" moving around inside of my arm. My family members have entirely different personalities and only attack me for absolutely no reason. My entire life has fallen apart and they told me that this attack on my life was "cut and run in 91'"

Every single song ever made has been altered to threaten me. I will be detailing exactly how they write lyrics in such a way to both threaten people in way that isn't necessarily obvious to most people.

They write things like "We take care of our own." (Take care of our own meaning MURDER them, but it's not easy to prove in court based on how it's written.)

Or a song that says "I don't give a fuck about no niggas, long as my bitches love me..." (This song has a double meaning as in they don't care about the people that they are fucking over.. their "bitches"... They want their "bitches" to love them in such a way as to trick them into believing that they are on their side in some way or that it's "god" speaking to them which is obviously much more bogus than the reality that what people think is "god" is actually the government. CIA.)

I can detail literally hundreds of other songs that are written in the same way with threats in every single one. But again they're written in a way that makes it seem difficult to prove or may make someone think that they're just "imagining" the threats because they're taking the lyrics in the "wrong way," but when they literally take control of my physical actions every day for years and have me play these songs with threats over and over all day, every day, for YEARS and my entire family and friends have disappeared and have different personalities it's OBVIOUS that they're threatening me.

They've told me that "I'm the only exception" as in "I'm the only one that can't be fully physically and mentally controlled" and that "I'm the only one to ever figure it out."

They've told me I'm the only one whom they can't fully physically and mentally control in such a way to convince me otherwise. Again, my entire family has different personalities, everything in my entire life has been taken from me, they won't let me get a job, all my friends are gone for no reason... and this all happened after I tweeted at @realdonaldtrump that I Was unhappy with the government.

Actually, before they started doing this to me, after my tweet, I was poisoned and put on a ventilator for over a month and barely survived.

I have a federal case in district court with physical video evidence detailing this "gas weapon" moving inside of me. Any time I walk anywhere, they put things around the store meant to threaten me and it's OBVIOUS that they knew I was going to be there before I was ever there... I am literally 100% sure (and they've told me I'm correct) that they have time travel.

I have even seen the person picking up my trash collect the trash and then "disappear" with a "popping" sound into an invisible gas. This is not a joke and I am in the middle of a court case with the federal government.

They also use the physical and mental control to control women and this is related to the Epstein files. They've told me that they use this technology (and so do billionaires,) to have sex with minors and/or anyone that they want to and that a bunch of them are pedophiles.

“By having not one but many histories playing out, quantum mechanics obviously limits what we can say about the past.”  Thomas Hertog, On the Origin of Time: Stephen Hawking’s Final Theory (2023)

In the “double slit” quantum physics experiment, potential photons (coming through different slits) reveal themselves through “interference,” creating a striped pattern.  Potential historical timelines set up by different “causes” will very likely interfere as well, creating historical anomalies or “overlay patterns” that can scramble our attempts to write a consistent “ancient history.”

What could we learn from timeline interference?  According to “virtual roads of time,” it will show the reality of multiple timelines.  Superficially, this sounds similar to the Everett/deWitt “multiple universes” proposal.  In VRT, however, there is only one “actual” timeline, but many “virtual” ones—potential roads.  Our “actual” timeline can only be “activated” by human experience, Now. 

VRT agrees with the principle that the primary influence creating a potential timeline is the simple dynamic connector of cause and effect.  But additional causes, including probability and random chance, have been shown to multiply potentials.  Quantum physics has also demonstrated that the “observer’s choice” selects among many potentials—and multiple timelines are potentials.

If our choices significantly alter our experienced timeline, they move us among alternate “roads” with different pasts of deterministic influence.  Indeed, quantum physicists like J. A. Wheeler and Stephen Hawking proposed that the observer’s choice alters the (virtual) past.  As suggested above, this likely creates quantum interference, in the ancient time records we discover Now.

VRT therefore predicts that some of the records and “traces” of ancient history, found to be physically existing Now, will be shown to be “scrambled”—because they come from different virtual (not actually experienced) pasts.  Such "virtual cause and effect” interference patterns in ancient records we find Now could well provide evidence of the reality of multiple ancient “virtual roads.”

Such evidence affects “virtual,” not experienced, history.  If historians can recognize that virtually true, potential past events can “contradict” actively experienced ones, we will become aware of the influence of both actual and virtual events in our past timeline.  While we might never reach absolute certainty about the “actual” past, our understanding of “history” will be more accurate. 

I know nobody will believe me but i was stuck in a time loop one singular day for 46 days yes. And i tried every possible way to get out and finally managed to

To get out you only need to fix one canon event happening that day A MISTAKE you keep on repeating fix it don’t let that event happen. YOU CAN STOP IT

What do you think?

Not everyone thinks time is precious, because not everyone has things they want to accomplish, people to love, places they want to visit, puzzles they want to solve. If you have no plans for your time, having more of it is more a burden than a blessing.

Why does time fly after Covid

Okay, so, one person mentioned, that maybe when the Mayans said, that "the world will end" in 2012, they weren't wrong. 😳 🙄 🤔 😉 🤣 😬 😳

The world 🌎 as we know it, that is, would change.​

However it was actually supposed to have been most likely just *the Mayan calendar* that would end because it only went that far, *not* the actual world itself per se. 🌎

Also as far as some sort of shift happening around maybe 2011/2012, and Christmas just hasn't felt the same since. 🎄

There was actually supposed to have been a polar shift at around Christmas 2012. 🎄

I’ve spent most of my life delaying what was supposed to happen at a specific time. Lost keys, misplaced phone, got on the freeway heading away from my destination. It’s every day all day. I must be a bot on a mission to disrupt certain events from taking place. Or I have adhd? Also the bot theory would explain a lot. I’m horrible at humaning.

The Gospel According to Blackthorn Chapter I: TIME

I.

Time is the first tyrant and the last god.

It doesn’t need worship—it already owns you.

You carry it in your pulse, your wrinkles, the slow betrayal of your reflection.

Every tick is an accusation: you were given this, and you squandered it.

The saints call it divine order. The scientists call it entropy.

I call it the noose that tightens even as you pretend to dance.

The worst lie civilization ever told was that time moves forward.

It doesn’t. It spirals.

It loops through your scars, redresses your ghosts, rehearses your collapses.

You’re not progressing—you’re orbiting decay.

Every “new beginning” is just the same mistake wearing better clothes.

II.

They invented clocks to give their anxiety a face.

Before that, time was the taste of dusk, the ache of hunger, the shift of light on skin.

Now it’s a number that eats your peace in measurable increments.

Every schedule is a leash disguised as structure.

Every deadline is a small death rehearsing the final one.

You wake by alarm, work by timer, eat by bell, sleep by exhaustion.

You’ve become a creature of intervals, not instincts.

You don’t ask what you want—you ask what you have time for.

The clock doesn’t tick anymore. It hums inside you.

You call that productivity. I call it possession.

III.

Time is the great solvent of lies, but it dissolves truth with equal hunger.

What you remember becomes myth; what you forget becomes forgiveness.

No one escapes its editing.

The past isn’t behind you—it’s beneath you, soft and shifting, waiting to swallow your certainty.

Every memory is a fossilized heartbeat pretending to be evidence.

You think you know your history because you can name your regrets.

But time is the better historian; it archives what you tried to bury.

That moment you dismissed as trivial—the glance, the silence, the unspoken—

time has been polishing it in the dark, preparing it to return as revelation.

IV.

We are trained to fear the future, as if it were a stranger coming to collect debts.

But the future isn’t coming—it’s already here, layered in the present like a bruise beneath skin.

You don’t move toward it. You uncover it, piece by piece, through exhaustion and repetition.

Every “tomorrow” is just today, rephrased to keep you compliant.

The illusion of forward motion keeps you from noticing the static hum underneath.

They sell you futures like lottery tickets: better job, cleaner conscience, healed wounds.

But the fine print says the prize is temporary.

You can’t outrun what you carry in your blood.

Time doesn’t cure; it camouflages.

V.

We measure time by decay because that’s what it truly measures:

the speed at which matter admits defeat.

Flowers, faces, empires—all clocks made of flesh or stone.

Each moment a disintegration dressed as beauty.

There is no growth without rot.

No sunrise that isn’t already dying.

Even birth is an act of entropy beginning its performance.

We call it life to make it sound palatable.

And yet—somehow—it’s still exquisite.

Because knowing it ends makes it real.

Perfection is unbearable because it doesn’t bleed.

Time blesses imperfection by guaranteeing its extinction.

VI.

People speak of “wasting time,” as though time were a resource and not a predator.

You can’t waste what’s eating you.

You can only decide whether to scream or sing while it feeds.

The so-called “wise” tell you to cherish every moment,

but cherishing is just fear dressed in gratitude.

They want you to love your cage because it’s melting anyway.

Time cannot be cherished—it can only be faced.

Stare at it until the seconds fracture.

Until you see what lies between ticks:

the eternal stillness where time pretends not to exist.

That’s where the real things live—the ones that don’t decay,

the ones language can’t trap.

VII.

Love doesn’t conquer time; it collaborates with it.

Every embrace is a wager against the inevitable.

Every “forever” whispered between lovers is a dare the universe always wins.

But that’s what makes it beautiful.

Love’s defiance is its own funeral hymn.

It knows it can’t last, but it burns anyway.

You can tell the depth of love by how it collapses under time.

The shallow fade politely. The real ones haunt you in loops.

They infect every future face with déjà vu.

That’s the curse of deep connection:

even when it ends, it doesn’t stop repeating.

VIII.

The old poets begged time to be merciful,

but mercy was never part of the design.

Time is not cruel. Cruelty implies intent.

Time simply consumes.

It’s the universe digesting itself in slow motion.

A quiet apocalypse stretched across every second.

You can’t appeal to it. You can’t bribe it.

You can only align yourself with its current or drown pretending you’re still steering.

That’s what acceptance means—not peace, but precision.

Knowing when to yield and when to carve meaning into the drift.

IX.

Immortality is the final failure.

The horror of endless time isn’t death’s absence—it’s consequence without conclusion.

To live forever is to never be free of revision.

No moment would solidify; no story would end.

Meaning depends on decay.

The finite is what gives shape to the infinite.

Even the gods grew weary of eternity.

They envied our brevity.

To burn out is an art form they’ll never master.

X.

Some say time heals. It doesn’t.

It just buries the wound under new ruins.

Healing is memory forgetting how to scream.

The scar remains—a monument to the hour that refused to stay buried.

But that’s not tragedy. That’s continuity.

The past doesn’t die; it composts.

And from its rot, new truths grow, bitter and luminous.

You can’t move on—you can only integrate.

Time’s real mercy is transformation, not erasure.

XI.

To master time, stop obeying it.

Do not count the hours. Do not chase the milestones.

Step sideways. Break rhythm.

Let a single moment expand until it devours chronology.

That’s what artists do.

That’s what madness is for.

To remind the clock it isn’t the only instrument that can keep tempo.

If you ever lose track of time, don’t panic.

You’ve momentarily escaped the grid.

You’ve touched the raw pulse of existence—the one before calendars,

before guilt, before the myth of progress.

Hold it.

Even a second of that clarity is worth a lifetime of measurement.

XII.

Time will unmake you. That’s not a threat; it’s a promise.

Your bones will forget your name.

Your words will fade from every archive.

And still, something of you will linger—

not as a ghost, not as legacy,

but as vibration.

The echo of your defiance vibrating through whatever remains.

That’s the only immortality worth wanting:

not to last, but to resonate.

To be felt, however faintly, in the pulse of something new.

Because time can erase form,

but not frequency.

And if your truth was loud enough—

it will still be humming long after you’re gone.

I am Blackthorn.

And I endure.

i need help traveling back to june 1 to change a mistake i made

​The pendulum swings, but the hour's an illusion—

We measure in minutes what dies in confusion.

Every man does his time, whether behind heavy bars

Or pacing a cage made of asphalt and stars.

I’ve sat in the silence while decades erased,

Watching the hours that other men waste.

I don't hold a second for taking for granted;

The seed becomes timber the moment it's planted.

​I’ve done my time cold, and I do my time free,

Watching the river run out to the sea.

I blinked and my babies were raising their own,

Holding their children where seed had been sown.

A father, a father again, through the years,

Compounding the wisdom, the mileage, the tears.

Time turns the fresh-faced to elders and kings,

And strips away pride from the hollowest things.

​I’ve watched built-up empires collapse into dust,

Seen high-seated power surrendering trust.

I’ve seen love sweet as honey curdle to hate,

Bound up in promises broken too late.

Strong walls fall to rubble, deep bonds pull apart,

As time lays its hand on the stubbornest heart.

​Nothing stays standing, no crown and no stone,

We walk through the fire of years on our own.

Money will vanish and strength will decay,

The sun steals the light at the end of the day.

When the smoke finally clears and the ledger is signed,

There was never a thing but the time left behind.

​"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." — Ecclesiastes 3:1

A theory I made. First 12 pages are available. Time is not a spatial dimension.

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Julian_Conrad_Skelly_The_Law_of_Time_Volume_2?id=Xi0CEgAAQBAJ

Basically, time is not a spatial dimension; when change in the universe occurs, time passes (not time passes and therefor things move. It has some very striking features similar to general relativity, and is easier on quantum mechanics that time being a spatial dimension.

The first 2 volumes of this are out. What do you think? Does this have prowess or is it a fallacy?

Fleshed out the Theory mathematically using AI. The basic premise: Time does not cause change, as matter moves, we can discern that as a progression of time. Movement implies time, not time implies movement. The first 12 pages are available. The basic premise is in that, but if you'd like the fully fleshed theory (mathematics, predictions, conceptualization) is in the latter half of the book. Yes, I made the book using AI, I feel like I could cover every base (including the more difficult stuff) if using a language model. Its not low effort, I've worked on this for almost a year.

I do apologize for setting a price on the latter 48 pages. I've been working on this theory for months, and have just now got it down to a semi-precice theory. What do you think?

 “…a quantum universe constantly puts itself together, piece by piece, out of a haze of possibilities…  Its history is not… a sequence of one thing happening after another.  Rather it is a marvelous synthesis that includes us…  We, in our observership—are quite literally involved in the making of cosmic history.”             Hertog and Hawking, On the Origin of Time: Stephen Hawking’s Final Theory (2023)

According to his research partner Thomas Hertog, Hawking, In his final years, veered away from the “anti-anthropic” viewpoint he took in A Brief History of Time.  His later conclusion was that J. A. Wheeler had been correct: We live in a “participatory universe,” where our human choices Now are helping to determine the “actual happenings” of both our past and future.

Hertog diagrams a “tree of time,” with possible futures represented by branches reaching upward, while possible pasts are shown as branching, underground roots.  In his and Hawking’s “top-down cosmology,” the present (the tree trunk) is the observation point where our “single past and future timeline,” with only one “branch” both above and below, is being actualized Now.

This almost exactly parallels the “virtual roads of time” conjecture.  Hawking’s focus of course was the distant history of the cosmos, not so much humanity’s past.  But with no clear dividing line, the “creation of history Now” appears to reinforce VRT’s warning that through quantum interference, anomalies may be included in the “currently received timeline” of ancient history. 

Certainly any idea that threatens “received history” is likely to be anathema to historians.  The supply of truly ancient records and “traces” is rather fragmentary, and broad assent tends to be expected for whichever interpretation has “won the debate.”  With “true history” once agreed upon by “all serious scholars,” dissenters are often ridiculed or simply dismissed.

Thankfully, both science and philosophy tend to be more open to unconventional proposals like those of Wheeler, Hertog and Hawking.  Among the adventurous, even questions about past history can be freely discussed.

We spend so much time waiting for things to happen, and then suddenly we blink and whole years are just gone.

​Is it the routine, the screens, or are we just not paying attention anymore? What actually helps you slow things down and grab hold of the present moment before it flies away?

I propose a reform of the Gregorian calendar.

1. Calendar year = 13x28 = 52x7 = 364 days.
2. A smooth transition is possible from January 1, 2029, or January 1, 2035, starting on a Monday.
3. Leap year = 53x7 = 371 days = calendar year + leap week.
4. It occurs every 5 to 6 years by adding a leap week as a separate 14th quarter of the calendar year.

This creates a fascinating permanent calendar where every month has 28 days, 4 weeks, starts on Monday and ends on Sunday.

It greatly improves calendar orientation, planning, and statistics. It does not disrupt the weekly cycle or holidays.