I need not pursue the analogy of the Time-fluid. You can conceive the building Universe—every instant reborn: leaving itself lying there in Time, and changed replicas of itself existing progressively in the new positions.
Widen your imagination now. You can fancy Time like a giant ribbon of motion-picture film of infinite length. The whole story lies there upon it, inert, motionless, unchanging.
Our consciousness is created. It has a certain vibratory rate—certain characteristics by which its energy is made manifest. There is only one portion of Time—one instant of Time—to which that vibratory rate is compatible. Time sorts us out; starts each consciousness in its proper niche.
We become thus, part of the Great Pattern. We are aware only of the Time-intervals between our changes. And so it seems to us that we move forward in Time—or that Time ticks past us, as you will. But in reality, upon the great Record of Time, is engraven as it were a myriad pictures of us in our progressive changes—and we have the consciousness to be aware of them. Not as pictures of stillness; but of change; of pseudo-motion from one picture to another.
I will repeat: the Record of Time—the whole Great Story—stands complete. Engraven upon Time, for always. And always it has been there, since the Beginning.
The Time-traveling tower and everything within the sphere of what might be termed its magnetic field was altering in its essential physical and chemical characteristics. We were, let me say, changing our inherent vibratory rate. And thus Time was thrusting us along—toward that portion of the Time-scroll with which we could be compatible.
Is that clear? I trust so. To me it seems no more abstruse than the tuning in of a radio receiver.
No more of this! But if you have pondered it, you will find much upon which your imagination may roam.
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy. The bard who said that spoke truer than he knew.