(Knowing Whispers) The whispers are not mine, yet they are a part of me. I can feel them inside wanting to be expressed, sculpted and molded into something that reveals the truth within and connects me with my source. I do not argue or debate with them, it is my work to feel them and follow them wherever they lead me. They seduce me to follow them in my heart on an inner journey of self-realization and discovery. Years ago as I was reading a post from someone in a Facebook news feed I was compelled to respond. They are more real to me than the “me” that is my ego and mind. They feel permanent, unlike the mind or ego. They do not change with the winds of time and space. They are me and yet it seems they are not to my dualistic mind. I am perplexed at times and amazed by them. I channel their content through me. Because the mind and ego have no control over them I am always aware that they are with me. I have no conscious control over when they appear. It is my work to skillfully craft them into a form that most all can understand. I am aware that at times I fall short of doing so. I am not forced to share any of them or compelled beyond my right to reject them. It is like someone is dictating them to me and I act as a scribe to interpret them. The whole process is aided by the teacher within and the knower of the silent mysteries of life. They are what I call the art of the heart. [edited by C.J. Heck] Please feel free to share!
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 22:19:26 +0000
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