Inside Out
Quiet, please… Gosh but it's noisy. All the individual expressions emanating from so many source points are really getting into it lately. A chaos overlay takes on all the appearances of reality. Don't be fooled. Beneath the noise, beyond the chaos is sweet peace. You know where. Zero point calls. So are the voices from points unseen calling. Men of Light roam close by now. More felt than heard, they are making an impression upon the minds ready to receive. Rigidity loses coherence amid the cacaphony of reality's disassembly, and unvarying truth finds its way in. Its target is the trigger point of awareness. Its method is love. There is no viable offense but surrender. The way there is found by sidestepping the mines, navigating ever inward toward the point of stillness. There. In changing the face of reality, piercing flesh with weaponry has nothing on the directed energy of love's arrow divinely placed within the heart. As solid ground disintegrates and the incoming energies refuse to relent (despite our attempts to understand and measure them), maybe inward is where we can gain a foothold in an emergent reality. It seems there is less to hold onto in the outer