My dreams are horrific lately. I struggle to pull myself out of them and reassure myself that they are not real.

After a very early lunch, I went to what I call “The Bazaar.” That would be T. J. Maxx and Marshall’s. There, I happily browsed the food aisles and the clothes on sale. Today I found a very inexpensive top and some real bargains to sample. British truffles flavored with Earl Grey tea and some yummy cookies from Belgium.

I got an email today from a friend saying she loves my new book, “The Edge of Enlightenment.”

“I think it’s been nearly 5 years since I met you on Facebook. Your writing is powerful and consistent. Amazingly consistent. There’s a vibe to it that is always the same. It’s comforting.”

Since the internet is vast in its scope, to have a handful of people that appreciate what I do is deeply gratifying for me. My writing arises from heartbreak and continues into breakthroughs, you might say.

I am here to learn how to love myself, first of all. The job is momentous in its scope, because to do this properly, one must be awake.

When I was out shopping, I totally forgot I was on the path of awakening. Most people don’t realize that, but it is nevertheless true. I only know myself as the Self when I am at home doing my inner work.

We are either in our egos or our Self and never the twain shall meet.

This is why we must save our vital energies. It takes energy to escape the ego world and its constant and infinite traps.

Thank you for reading this, whoever and wherever you are. Don’t give up hope for ourself. Give up hope on the world. As Christ said, “My kingdom is not of this world.”

As we wake up one by one, we bless the world and in no other way. Repeat after me: “Hallelujah!”

Vicki Woodyard