I am talking to the few; that is obvious to me. This morning I awoke after having a bad dream. In it, my husband had said to meet him at his office at 4:30 but when I got there, he wasn’t. So hours went by and he never came out to meet me. I was furious and he was unmoved by it. This is a classic way that my psyche sees his death as a desertion. Luckily, I know that by now and when the dream comes in a new form, I acknowledge it.

We all feel deserted by life and desperately seek love in whatever form it may come. For those of us on the path, instead of accepting our negative feelings, we seek to analyze them. After having studied thousands of books, I now turn to the Book of Life within. It is a breath of life that renews me and lifts me up. God is now inside and outside; everywhere and nowhere. The opposites and their push me/pull me attitude have been mostly vanquished.

The blinders have been removed as far as our government’s failure to rein in Donald Trump and his cohorts in crime. His 74 million followers are fools whose time has not yet come. I turn my back on them and turn within to examine my own consciousness. I am not pure by any means, but I acknowledge evil when I see it.

I am comforted by the words of John in The New Testament. Those many mansions are always move-in ready! I claim one for myself this very morning and cling to the truth that lives in my heart. This separates me from the sleeping masses, but nothing bad befalls me. I walk in the light of my own understanding.

The years of grief have yielded up their fruits and I am totally content with living as simple a life as I can. My prayer is that these essays are finding their way into the hearts of the few. This is my work and my prayer: Let me yield to the living truth within.

Vicki Woodyard