Rob and I got our first covid vaccination yesterday. Our next-door neighbor’s brother’s church was in Marietta and that was where we went. It was a beautiful day and I enjoyed being out for a drive. We will return there in 3 weeks for the second shot.
We had pizza and salad when we got home and I settled in to watch TV while Rob went cycling. This morning I am tired and feeling grateful that we got the shot in an easily accessible location. There was no standing in line; just friendly church members there to make everything easy for us.
I went to bed early and thus woke up early. I lay in bed for a while before getting up. It is just now getting light outside and I hear the birds chirping. Feels like spring is almost here. The yard is already full of weeds and will have to be mown soon.
I was gratified to hear from an old blog reader and a new one. As long as my words are hitting home, here I will be.
To recap who this Vicki person is: I was bitten by the awakening bug a long time ago. I pursued books harder than I pursued self-investigation. There is a saying that one develops a point in the Work; that is when you know you cannot return to the world’s illusions easily. You prefer self-knowledge over what is going on in the world.
The Vicki that I know is full of self-contradictions; she is easily frightened by the world’s false face and so she wears one when she has to deal with it. Once at home, she returns to conscious awareness that she is the One in All, the All in All, the Awareness in All.
Real I cannot be known by the world. Jesus made this crystal clear. Books cannot convey it nor can lengthy speeches around the subject. Nevertheless, one starts where they are. Many days I find myself back at Square One. The state of sleep is insidious, a creeping away from the Real. When I realize I am sleeping, I also realize that I am waking up.
The tea kettle whistles and I pour myself a cup of tea and settle in to my favorite topic: Who am I? Underneath the rot a seedling is sprouting. Always remember that.
Vicki Woodyard
Your bobbing and weaving in public and private sounds like me. It is refreshing to read that someone else is caught living an ambiguous life as well. Also, very much appreciated your last line.
Somebody has to tell the truth and it ain’t gonna come from people making money on their enlightenment courses. One guy online is a convicted felon and he has a large following. Of course, that gets me off the hook, right? Wrong. We are all cut from the same cloth and it isn’t a hair shirt. Ultra-suede maybe, remember that?