In all things the truth resides, but it is a long and hard journey to reach it. The chattering monkey mind would have you believe in it rather than the truth.

That is the situation, as Vernon Howard called it, and the solution is to know the situation so thoroughly that you can admit that you have fallen from grace.

Without repentance grace cannot enter the picture. And the world is an out picturing of your thoughts.

I try and sit silently after breakfast and always, always, my mind wants to natter on about any number of things. It wants me to “try and figure things out.” What a joke, and yet I fall for it.

Vicki is a fraud. Oh, the spirit of truth is inside her, but fear blocks it again and again and again.

Who is writing these notes?

I am.

Vicki is prevented from interfering with God. And thank God for that.

Straight is the way and narrow is the gate and Vicki cannot get through.

The path is a path of crucifixion.

Die before you die. That is right order.

Vicki is nothing but thoughts in the desert of the mind.

Who knows that?

Not Vicki.

Vicki Woodyard