The Arms of Silence


I had a glimmer of the Self yesterday. For some reason it just struck me that underneath the False Self lies the True Self. We keep it out of sight so that we can lead lives of quiet desperation, as someone wrote long ago.

So I saw the false as the false and the true as the true. This was not something I can usually do. Most of the time I am a student, but in this seeing I became the teacher for myself.

The truth I saw is that thought is a barrier to keep truth out! We are living our lives backwards and thus we are helpless human beings doing anything we can to “keep the show on the road.” But the road is man-made, after all!

The war in Ukraine is raging; the planet is in ecological peril and still we sleep on.

Seeing is more important than what we do and say. Apparently, we are skilled in theater and would have it no other way. In fact, we are genius-level liars when the truth would do.

Kindness is to see this. Kindness is to let yourself fall into the arms of silence.

Love is who we are but it is not what we do.

Doing is secondary to being.

Let it be.

Let yourself slide effortlessly into the arms of God.

Vicki Woodyard

4 Comments

  1. Well Vicki, this morning you stripped away all the dross and allowed us to clearly see the real self. As you so elegantly showed in your writing it is so very, very simple but we humans make it so very, very difficult. Thank you for sharing your insight into our dilemma and our salvation.
    Dennis

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    1. It is a constant process that some of us cannot abandon. Right now the world is in wreckage, but it has ever been thus. No one man holds all of the keys. All we can do is our own inner work and the inner work is that of a witness.

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  2. I’ve let go a few times before and slid into the arms of God, but it was mostly during great despair. The ego readily stepped aside because to save me is to save itself. It was an amazing feeling of peace and love. Most importantly I knew I was not alone….we are never truly alone.

    A very beautiful essay Vicki. Thank you,
    Tami

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    1. My mother told the story of what happened during the service for her late brother-in-law. She heard a voice saying to her: I know that my Redeemer lives and she immediately lost all sorrow for him.

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