I feel my daily writings are a form of karma yoga, or selfless service, for I have nothing else to offer. I do make little videos, of course, and a handful watch them. When I am not writing, I am in the silence much of the day. Why? Because it has happened that way. Sometimes I get bored or antsy, but I always return to the silence at some point.
The more I write, the more I can let go of stuff that hampers my progress. Honesty has me tell you that you are not alone in this low state of consciousness. You are surrounded by angels, all wanting you to evolve. No proof of this, of course. If you need proof, you are not on the true path. I get very little proof.
I cannot indulge in discussion any longer. I write and post what I write. The same is true of my friend, Theo. He does what he does, which is energy healing, and he seldom talks about it, as far as I know. He has a higher level of energy than words and I look forward to his sharing his gift with me. We should be grateful to those who are sharing their gifts with us. Without them, the world would be a darker place.
I took a walk after an early dinner and halfway through, it began to rain again. I got soaked before I got back home. It was a soft spring rain, though, and it was rather nice. I peeled off my clothes and put a robe and slippers on. Now here I am typing my second note today.
I was listening to some of David Hawkins’ videos and I enjoyed them. He said in one that we should be grateful to those on the spiritual path because they are few. I heartily agree. I have carved out the wordiness of life and what is left is silence. No one needs to know more about what is going on in the world. We need to know what is going on that is not of this world. He says we all have guardian angels. I suspect he was writing and speaking the truth. So was Vernon Howard, my first teacher.
Anyone that can take you into silence is a true teacher. And not only that, the true teacher is inside. Paradox—always end in paradox. It separates the wheat from the chaff.
Vicki Woodyard