Clarity
I stood in the darkness dripping wet. Sweat.
I shook underneath, and I felt fine.
Relieved. Relaxed. I was completely on edge.
She spoke, “Are you willing to let go of the message for the sake of the message? Are you ready to speak truth without attachment to outcome? Are you willing to build for eternity simply to erase your name from the credits in the final moments? Are you ready to lead through your surrender of control? Are you prepared?” Heavy breathing my only response. “Who are you? You are becoming. And when you become, you will be progressing. While you will progress, you are still becoming. Nothing is forever, and everything is nothing. Therefore both nothing and everything are forever.” Slower heavy breathing. “What is there to say? There is nothing. It is by design. The words are unavailable by design. Is this clear? The greatest speakers speak half truth at best. There is so much more than words. One number contains more truth than the hundred most sought after writings. Is this clear? Do you understand?”
It wasn’t. I didn’t.
“To teach. You must live. Silence is more telling than both the loosest lips and the most intentioned speech. Your journey awaits.”
“Your story must be told. It shall be told. It will be told forever. It will no longer be your story. This is your sacrifice. You will be gone forever, and what is yours alone will become the story of the world and will be alone as the world’s story. Is it clear now?”