Occasionally, I wake up in the middle of the night and words flow forth in surprising ways. I’ve decided to share those instances, with as little editing as possible, when it feels appropriate.
There is nothing to do but to listen.
The forces of good are at hand, ready to support you.
If your heart is open and your mind calm, tune into the frequency of help, guidance, of subtle truth. Let yourself be helped.
Accept what streams out of your core.
How to recognize a truth.
By feeling. By harmony of the heart with the universe. By flow of energy. By aliveness.
Also, by resistance of the egoic-mind.
Pay close attention to your truths. They get lost. They wait like treasure to be rediscovered. Gold coins of the soul, looming below your inner horizon.
Truth speaks in the moment of silent reflection.
Truth shines in the light of the determined action.
Truth is soft yet sharp, gentle yet unyielding.
Stand firm in your truth.
Walk in the path of your truth. A rocky, foggy, steep and thorny path, but also golden, shimmering in the light of creation.
The path of truth is a bridge of light to a garden beyond the horizon where angels hold watch and your ancestors await you with open arms and cups of wine.
