What if I told you that time is not just a linear train ride from past to future, but more like a wild dance party where the past, present, and future all boogie together? With Mercury retrograde nudging us to reflect, it’s the perfect cosmic backdrop to explore something intriguing—the “continuous present.” This philosophical gem, rooted in everything from neuroscience to mysticism, challenges everything we thought we knew about time. Instead of tightrope-walking along a narrow path of fleeting moments, imagine a rich, intertwined tapestry where the past is alive in the now and the future sprouts from each current experience. Intrigued? Let’s dive into this quirky notion that reshapes how we perceive our lives and choices in the grand scheme of the universe. LEARN MORE
I’ve been introduced to something called the “continuous present”. No need to search this; there is nothing there. This is not to say it’s made up. The concept has roots in philosophy, neuroscience, and mysticism. It’s related to these things: the specious present, the eternal now, the block universe, the awareness that time is not a line but a field.
I have been playing with this for awhile; trying to understand something that which comes natural to me. “Bending the road” and such. I have always felt I was choosing and interacting with life. I am happening to life as much as it is happening to me! This is a new way to understand my place and my function in the world.
I understand, this is usual. Time is like riding a train.
The past is behind us (gone).
The future is ahead of us (unknown).
The present is a tiny, fleeting window – thin slice of “now” that is gone as soon as we try to grasp it.
The continuous present is a different experience. The past is not “gone.” The future is not “unknown.” The future is emerging from the present moment, like a tree growing from its own roots. I’ll give you an example.
Recently, I was on the phone with someone who was lying to me. This is a distressing situation for a person like me, on it’s face. I would not choose to have an experience, but too bad. I was on the phone with a forceful liar. On top of that, I was sitting in a salon chair, getting my hair cut! He was pushing is lies into my ear… while the truth played in my other ear. How?
Well, I was there! I was there in person, when the things the man was lying about, occurred. It’s more than that, though. As you know, I can remember dialogue. Consequently, this caused the man’s lies to exist, simultaneously, with the historical dialogue, gathered in person, many years prior. In the same moment, the future being constructed, could be known. What am I going to do when I hang up? I had some idea. The sprigs on the tree were breaking out, as I listened with both ears; also aware I was going to have to explain my epic rudeness to my stylist.
“She’s cut your hair for ten years and you’ve never taken a call.. she’ll understand.” This was also playing in the moment, and in fact, my facial expressions indicated to her, “I will explain this. Bear with me.” Lies were being pushed into my right ear. I had my phone pressed close.
When I take the action, I’ll be propelled by the decades old truth, that is with me in the moment, as the truth is the only thing that lasts. The past is in the future, see? It’s right there in my hand.
I live this way and always have. I understand this creates a blind spot, so for my own edification, I asked AI to tell me how the same scene might play out for someone living outside the continuous present. It was astonishing:
You are in the salon chair.
Your phone rings.
You answer—it’s X.
He talks. You listen.
He says things that sound official.
You feel uneasy—maybe a knot in your stomach—but you don’t know why.
You try to follow his logic.
You try to remember what you know.
You try to figure out if he is lying—but you can’t hold the 30-year-old conversation in your head while you listen.
The past is over. The present is this. The future is unknown.
You get off the phone feeling confused, unsettled, maybe a little scared.
You finish your haircut in silence.
You drive home replaying the call in your head, trying to piece it together.
You tell someone later—but you’re not sure what happened.
You go to sleep with a vague sense of being wronged—but no clear path forward.
WOW.
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