Where do I belong, really? All of us feel unmoored, foundering in a dark emotional sea sometimes. Where is the shoreline? Who loves me? Who do I love? Is there a God?

Words blur the truth, always. Words are envelopes of misdirection at best. They come from human minds that do not know. We are all vamping.

Vamping vampires at times. Draining energy both from ourselves and others. Confusing words with silence. No one attains silence that has not suffered deeply from an absence of meaning. The words have failed to describe their hot and confusing hell.

The mall is full hungry vampires looking for quick fix, a transfusion of false energy. Vernon Howard called it “the malicious mall.” And yet knowing that, something steers me in that direction. Distraction is the work of false energy.

If you are still reading, allow me to insult you further. Once you are in the mall, you are in the hands of a subconscious desire to feel gratified by your purchase. If this were not so, you would feel wonderful and you don’t.

You feel that others are having fun, living life to the fullest, but you are not. That is not true. They are looking at you and they think you are the one having fun. Fun is not an issue in the inner world.

And the inner world is where we lay our burdens down and let the light do what it will with us.

The light is ruthless in its attempt to awaken us. It will do anything to strip us of our falseness, but what a hard job it is.

No one tells the truth; therefore, everyone suffers mechanically. When a truth-teller moves among men, graves are uprooted and even worse, handbags don’t matter a bit. God is not a fashion maven.

Put the burden down at the feet of Silence. Rest in reality. Be light and your darkness will lift.

Vicki Woodyard