We are all playing the head game of the heart. Might as well acknowledge that we are just going around in circles. A good teacher is full of insults for you because they have given up and don’t give a rap about you and your “precious darling feelings” as Vernon Howard put it.

Feelings are egocentric in the end. They contribute to the delay in getting back home.

What is needed is relentless redirection and because we are asleep, we forget the needful.

Someone has to play the role of teacher, thus finding people playing the role of student. It’s all deeply interesting, that’s for sure.

I have been writing for so long that my mind is always ahead of my fingers. I rush at the keyboard like I have something to say. But let’s face it, the mind is a dodo.

Mind cannot teach another mind about awakening.

So what can be done? You know the answer to that.

The game will continue to be played; might as well try and enjoy it. The caveat here is that the ego enjoys nothing for very long. It is cantankerous, stubborn and empty of meaning.

Shall I bang on?

Vicki Woodyard