It arrives like an unannounced gift at your door step. Words & phrases once parroted become alive within you. Ancient texts, once hidden, now burst with revelation and guidance. You may ask, ‘How is it that I suddenly know these things?’
Make room for Me as you decide what to keep and what to discard as you embody these gifts of wisdom I have revealed to you.
I AM the messenger & when you are ready, you are the recipient
There is a Zen proverb that reads: What you seek, is seeking you.
I wonder how many times I have searched for meaning to an event in my life, only to fall short of its illusive wisdom. How many times have I pounded my fists and cried out, ‘What is my purpose?‘ and then pause only to hear an echoed silence. Why don’t we ‘hear’ Creator’s response? Perhaps we are waiting for words that will never come. Perhaps those divine answers come to us via images, dreams, and even the absurd.
I think about that Zen wisdom now and apply it as a template over this story about my grandmother’s death in 1970 and it’s threaded connection to my Egyptian trip in 1996. The Messenger visited and unknown to me at the time, I was ready.