yes, actually, as to reversing time... Phillip K Dick wrote a great novel Counterclock World about it, and honestly i feel i need to read it at least two more times before i'd get it

in the Apocalypse of Yajnavalkya they talk about this, and how the right side of our brains is tuned into this reverse causality, and i have personally sensed its presence crossing through the normal forward flow, like watching ... well it was people dancing,,, like watching a video in reverse, where somehow i knew where they were going next the whole time, like i was watching a video in reverse, but also forward at the same time

the forward time makes sense

reverse time is impossibly ridiculously illogical

Yajnavalkya talks about this, and it's like the source of everything that exists, it is mind, in reverse time, and it makes no sense, but it's really just sense, backwards

i have some knowledge of cryptography and probability and essentially all that comes out of this awareness of the backwards is comedy, humor, absurdity, and a sense of eternity, because everything that goes forward is also going backward at the same time, and it has to be because you can't get something from nothing, without having un-something and something at the same time

i know that sooner or later we all will get to learn what it all means, and live in it more fully

i've dipped my toes in eternity several times and i wonder sometimes if i am afraid of it or if i'm just supposed to do this life thing and carry that weight and then afterwards it will all be reversed

i hope so

i've had so many memories flood back to me tonight, about my little cat friends, and bird friends, and human friends

i was thinking to myself, waww i haven't had any friends in a long time, but then i remember, i open up my door and hear the sound of thousands of canaries visiting me every day, and as the early light of dawn starts, i hear the warbling songs of the blackbirds, who only sing in secret, in public they are just screeching about how there is humans around, but in secret... oh, such beautiful songs... so strange the way they are on this rugged terrain, the ones i knew from bulgaria and england they were like little messengers, calling out a message ,and then their little bros would call back, and it echoed across the flat land