A Seeker Must Seek the Unknown Mysteries
You are teetering on the edge of uncertainty. Trust that this is for a purpose. You do not know this road or where it will go, but trust that this path will take you where your soul needs to go. Simplicity of the soul is understanding that ALL paths lead to love. Your pen is your staff; it is the authority of inner knowing. It is not veiled; it is filtered through truth. Your eyes see, your mouth speaks, your ears hear, and your skin ripples with the Force that flows through ALL, but your pen tells the truth of stories long ago. These are tales hidden in the mystery of time. They are the connection to something invisible and unknown, an ancient knowledge of virtue and vice. This Force does not know the ways of the world, for that reality is not truth. Truth is hidden from the world, shrouded in fruitful darkness; that is the way.
A Seeker must seek the unknown mysteries, those glorified in the world for something they are not. The eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, only the heart and soul can comprehend. It reveals itself by feeling in the dark; a dream, a symbol, a connection of knowing that cannot be fabricated or understood by the mind. This truth is riddled in mystery, a puzzled path; one of twists and turns, and backtracking paces, the wisdom of the Unknown and mystical places. Wisdom cannot be rushed or forged with precision. It is an unwinding and unbinding of every story of before, dissolving and evolving like ancient lore.
We do not know the secrets yet to be revealed. An unfolding takes place with that which is revealed and healed. What a twisted web we weave. We notice each thread we have created and how we have been deceived. It is an un-weaving of unknowing, a spiraling back to each step that leads to remembrance, then circling back out, guided by what never left us. The ordinary becomes extraordinary, a cycling muse, an Oracle of understanding with present moment use.
We do not know what we do not know, but each step will take us where we want to go. Come hither. Look there. Do you see? No, not there, beware. Look under a rock or what is hidden in a tree. There is always magic in the air. Each moment brings the winds of change, sweeping a blank slate, but also remembrance of the cycles of change. Each one is new and meaningful, alchemizing both new and old; myths of magic and stories yet to unfold. Each step and stumble are guarded by allies beckoning us to draw closer to the Light, the Light and Life of Creation, both predictable and luminously mystical. Only night-blinded seeing keeps us from clear-sighted vision.
To acknowledge the beauty of ALL is to eat the fruit of wholeness, to blend shadow and light is the only way; vulnerability and boldness. To choose this path is to choose death, a foreshadowing of rebirth, a return to Eden and renewed trust, a return to peace, and a consciousness of interconnected unity. And so it is.
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