How many times had I quit the temple?
Given up on this magic thing?
At least twice which might be surprising given my level of commitment.
Or not.
A time when I seemed to hit a real dead end, I was ready to go.
The advice I was given was to just meditate on it.
Meditate?
It took some clarification on what was meant on meditation, the importance of silence and being able to exist within its structure.
That a dead end is not a dead end, that the invisible behind it is still very much at work.
Sometimes it is a matter of time for things in motion to catch up, other times a layer of protection, a circuit breaker tripping to allow a reset?
A time to sit around and do nothing for a bit.
It would have been nice to have this explained to me, but that would be missing the entire point of the active current.
Based on the relationship of the person offering the advice, it could have done one of two ways.
If I had respected them, I would have given weight to their advice and followed it, even if it was wrong.
If we had the type of relationship where I did not respect them, I would have dismissed their advice even if it was correct.
That is the other expression of silence in the temple.
Some things one can not speak about, not out of statues or secrecy, but out of compassion.
Those inside the myth don’t need an explanation, those outside of it no explanation can be given.
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