Unplugged. In the raw. Disconnecting from everyday routines and the “other noise”.
i don’t seek to be quiet of not hearing voices ~ sound.
i seek the silence from filling my mind with insurmountable, endless ideas
and stories of the never-ending stories of billions of lifetimes of the other.
In my retreat I reach for the purity of no sound. No thought. No stimulus.
Which comes to me only by making the commitment to find the freedom to remember
the holy, the whole space.
my past experience ensures me the veil will be lifted.
Fatigue surprisingly is the first manifestation.
Maybe because the energy it takes to maintain the story is so incredible.
There is such a high demand to participate in experiences of people, places and things.
It is rarely encouraged to be the observer or listener.
The doer is rewarded, approved of, creating so much unquenchable competition.
The desire feeds itself till it becomes its own unfulfilling entity.
This is why people forget themselves.
The silent retreat IS my space,
IS my sanctuary to honor pure spirit that Creator knows me to BE.
After the stripping of accumulated scripts of words
and energy that we are intended to manipulate, to change my innocence.
The Retreat is work.
The effort to be in this space causes the mind and body to retire.
The need to rest is realized.
Resting is not the equivalent of quitting.
It is the much needed pause for the integration
and evolution of spirit in the human body.
Without integration all wisdom remains information,
intellectual facts,
misapplied experience.
Wisdom belongs to Spirit
and if it does not bond to the spirit of the individual
it will return to Spirit.
The rightful owner.
the purpose of my retreat reveals to me~
I see words
but I want to feel their vibration.
When they are read or spoken I want to feel them.
No! Taste them with my ears and digest them in my heart-mind.
My silent retreat is where I return to reclaim this Sacred connection.
Silence is not the absence of sound.
In my experience, its the absence of having to interact with conditioned mind.
There are times during the silent retreat when we speak
and I still feel like I am still honoring my commitment.
Like I stated in the beginning,
I am not seeking to be in a world empty of sound.
I’m seeking to empty my Mind of meaningless chatter.
When we share this space there is a natural rhythm
of what the well-prepared teacher feeds my soul.
Her words are still part of the silence.
She has guided me with nurturing hands and soul connection to this:
Truth exists …somewhere in-between.