Yes, But You Didn’t

As I am learning the inner playing fields of spirituality, one of the main keys has been building a safe feeling. As safety is built, like anything else on this earth, it needs a foundation, a structure that is reinforced by itself to last, into beauty.

Safety has a requirement of its own, in order for any human to open themselves to it. They must feel it first.

We must put down our previous learning completely before we can create pure safety. We must relearn from the intersection where we last used self harm, or other harm. We must go back there, and be wild in it, finishing with a choice that involves no harm.

Safety requires full attention, full awareness. It requires a speed just above movement at all.

A quickening of vibration into the speed of matter cannot alter the purity as it goes, or it is not safety.

It cannot be too fast causing question, and cannot make anything real in a bored or stuck or closed state.

This preparation of us into sacredness takes all the time, disguises the moment when we bloom, and then we must immediately recognize ourselves . The slightest doubt sends us to blooming again.

I had a book signing at a lovely bookstore and a very noticeably disturbed man came to talk to me. He wanted to be harmless, I could tell by his stress, but he delved too deep and forgot too much to be safe.

A thought came to me “I do not wish to share my books with perfect people, for they won’t love it enough.”

And this was not true, I must admit that I love to sell books to anyone.

It felt true though, and so this frightened soul was my possible target audience. Should I close down my wish to share with suffering people for my safety, or should I stay open?

Is safety real?

Let me quickly get to the good part, that I did stay as open as I could for as long as I could, until it was clear that his mind was going to inner prisons that made me invisible to him.

I got a few words in, maybe those words stayed locked in the cell with him.

But the safety is real, and he was unable to reach me with anything but his love, and he did.

I don’t remember what it was that I didn’t get to say, that I thought would help, but it was not for him yet, so I didn’t.

I wondered if I should share the words too soon, but I didn’t. It wasn’t.

I am left with “Mysterious Love in Safety discovers itself.”

Thank you for reading,

Kristen