What can be so urgent when there is Infinity, the Infinity of Timelessness? Inasmuch as time does not exist, why must My children be Time’s prisoner? Must you run yourself ragged trying to appease time, at your expense, of course?

Here’s the thing, beloveds. You will never catch up with time. If you do reach its shadow this second, time has already moved on and now it eludes you once again.

In other areas of life, you are capable of changing your tune. If you are up at bat, you care very much to make a home run, yet if you don’t today, there is the possibility that you will hit a home run tomorrow. Making a home run is all in its good time, in this so-called time.

Yet in life, when you have a deadline, you are frantic unless you make it. It is as if you have failed, and you are sure that a calamity will result. You can deeply desire a home run. You care very much. And yet you don’t have to have the looming panic that not meeting a deadline foments in you. What terror exactly do you feel is ready to catch you because you missed an appointment or whatever it is that puts you into a tizzy as if your very life depended upon it. Clocks seem to beat you up, and every time you offer time your chin as if you were an obedient slave to time.

I am not opposed to deadlines being met. I am opposed to your panic and breathlessness that lead up to the deadline. A deadline is arbitrary. Every deadline is not like a ransom you must pay so that a beloved member of your family will not be killed, and, yet, beloveds, too often you may exert the equivalent energy. You fear.

Save your energy for when you need it. To meet a monthly deadline or a once-a-year-deadline is not a matter of life or death even in the world, yet somehow, somewhere in your heart and mind, it is a test for you, and you cannot fail. Why such fear, beloveds?

What is at stake for you in this whole time thing? How is it that time bends you to its will as if your life depended on it, as if this were a dire emergency, as if a wolf were breathing down your neck?

Surely, there is some way you can let go of the tension. Surely this, whatever it is, does not have to be the making or unmaking of you. Surely your heart rate does not have to go up, yet, of course, it will, based on how you view what is really only a passing part of life, an occurrence of one kind or another. What is this lack of grace you fear? Does this deadline really call for such suspense that you must reach it at any expense?

If you require such anticipation, find a detective novel to read instead, Or diffuse your over-stated energy by soaking in a bathtub filled with hot water. See deadlines for what they are, a time marked, and not a horror story as you interpret nor meeting deadlines.

You are fine. The sky will not fall if you cannot meet a timeline. It’s fine to meet a deadline. You can even stay up all night if you wish so you can make a deadline. It is the panic setting in that comes from your making too much of meeting an obligation that I decry.

There is a balance required, of course. Be not too lackadaisical nor too tense. It’s obvious, isn’t it?

What’s the value of winning a race when you do? When you win the race, is the joy equivalent in depth to the fear of an unknown that made you over-extend your self? Keep up with matters in the world, and leave out the sirens and the intensity that do not serve you, beloveds.