And there it is. The answer to my question to my Father regarding my silence in the face of a tormentor...one must learn an inner solitude, wherever or with whomsoever he may be.
With JoB, I realized my inner connection...I felt my "click-click." Having received my inner assurance that silence is indeed golden, my mistake was turning it into a self-determined objective. So that, with Gertrude, I could just as well have glued my lips shut and gotten the results I got...mouth shut, mind running amok. And, who's kidding whom? That is a resentment birthed, bred and looking for a fight.
I know without a doubt that my answers are within, are spiritual in nature, and cannot be accessed intellectually...aided but not accessed. I have not tried to "figure it out," yet here comes my direction in the daily Easwaran reader (meaning I have read Eckhart's quote every March 14 since 1994) that clarifies, satisfies, rectifies and holds me accountable...and all but bundled in swaddling clothes.
It makes a body humble. Giggling but humble. Oh! The giggling is the humble part. Thank you, Father.
He must learn to penetrate things and find God there, to get a strong impression of God firmly fixed on his mind.
Thank you.
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