Every now and then I write something and fail to save it. This just happened! When I was asked if I wanted to save what I just wrote, I said no because I had highlighted and copied it. BUT, when I copied it, only the last 3 paragraphs were there. They are below.

“In the evening I watched some TV. The suffering of being in a human body is incredible. If you haven’t experienced this yet, hell is waiting for you to enter its fires, which feel quite real. “If I make my bed in Sheol, Thou art there,” is a Bible verse. If you enter hell with God, alchemy happens.

My brother and I are emailing each other as he goes through the fires of his health complications. He is exhausted and yet we have rediscovered each other right in the midst of the smelting furnace. We are talking about our childhood; it helps us both to reunite in our seventies when hope is not that much of an option. Something higher than hope is uniting us. It is called acceptance.

Thank you for going on my personal journey with me. I know you have your own. We are all alike while being totally different. If I can shine a light in the darkness, I don’t have to do anything else. N’est- ce pas?”

Now I shall try and remember the paragraphs I didn’t save. They went something like this.

I sometimes wonder what you think about what I write. I tell my story again and again and weave truth in and out of it. Alchemy happens if I let spirit guide what I do. I said that even though we have all been on the path of awakening for ages, we still have to work through the same problems again and again. And it hurts like hell if you are doing it right!

The easy way is not for us. We have chosen the hard way. Solitude and stillness are often hard to bear, are they not? We look at the lives of those who are not on the path and they are so convincingly happy. But we know better. They are human beings just like we are and humanity is going to hell in a hand basket these days. And when I say “these days” I mean since life on earth begin.

Stay the course. Let God hold your feet to the flames. There is purpose hidden in the Way. Laugh, rest, stand up for yourself, surrender, say no, don’t answer your phone, let the world go on its merry way. You are a little chickpea being cooked—that is one way to put it. Soon you will be delicious.

Come to think of it, that is not what I said at all. Don’t you love technology?

Vicki Woodyard