Swimming in the Unknown
I seem to swim in the world of the unknown, facing constant challenges and uncertainties, not knowing where to find solid ground. Swimming so deep I’m exhausted and nearly drowning, a lifeline drops from above. It's the words of a master long past, found on the pages of a book I happen to have left open, or heard in a podcast that cues up to what I need to hear, just "by chance."
The words are clear and directed precisely to me—an elucidation of the human condition and a reminder of my soul-self. The wisdom enters me like fresh air filling my lungs. I suck it in, hungry for each word, then heave a long and grateful sigh. I am liberated, saved from my suffering.
Sitting at the water's edge, hair dripping, chest heaving, I experience a "holy shit" moment. I'd been searching in earnest for someone to pull me out of these depths... and here they are, right beside me, not in the flesh but in spirit, in the legacy of their words, speaking directly to me. In this moment, I remember who I truly am and my connection to all that exists beyond form. I am Spirit experiencing a human life. I feel renewed, refreshed.
Until I forget again.