Remember when I told you, that Time is father, Space is mother, and matter is the degree of separation between the two. Time adds new year to the matter, space adds… I don’t know, I can speak only for time.

The time fathers it, every tick of the clock, every second, minute, day, week…, eon. Everything moves, according to the will of the Godfather.

Christmas Times the New, Christmas Times the Next. They say, on the Christmas day, angels descend upon the earth, and ordain elements of life, pour upon humanity, what’s gathered from the previous year, as a gifts and blessings.

You got the point of Christmas? Why is it located all the way towards the end of the year? Think of time, as father, and every new year, like a child. Year one being the oldest child, year 2018 now one year’s old, and before the advent of year 2019, Time sings and celebrates, the coming of another child, a new year the next.

Christmas Times Today is exactly equal to 2018. One Time for every year. We think these are just expressions. In our world, our understandanding they are. Look at every word that means something, from perspective of Archangels, the Charchangels, are the time changles, the flockangels.

Every Christmas is a celebration of all those who will be with us next year, it is the celebration, of the unborn. In the indefinite tense, it’s all already there, it is the prime world, the continuous sense, in which the children of God learn to walk through the journey, find their rewards and prizes, along the time.

For time always has more for us, then we can thirst for.