A poet in England, Felix Dennis, wrote in “A Sonnet of Useless Advice to a Young ‘un”:
“Try to be wise, but hide your wisdom well.
The world reveres a pearl, but not its shell.”
Last night, I prayed. Am I really fulfilling my soul’s purpose? Am I helping anyone care about or understand the Transformation?
Then I meditated.
Is it self-centered to want to know if I’m doing what I’m supposedly guided to do? Did a 7th dimension glitch pick the wrong person? I would happily do art in my yard. Or earn money so the dentist bill wouldn’t force a diet. Or baby sit the stock market. Studying the piles of material about the Transformation that comes to me daily is time consuming. I’m feeling unproductive.
I went to bed hoping for a dream.
Today, when I met with friends to meditate, I wanted to be completely still so I could listen.
Very quickly, I was given a visual of someone handing me a brick.
“I am not clear about what this means,” I prayed.
“You cannot see the building in a brick.”
Was I being told to trust my ‘brickly’ contribution and trust that a magnificent building will emerge?
The meditation continued. Silence.
Then it dawned on me, “Everyone is a brick. We’re all bricks!”
“One brick is not a building. But all of the building is contained in each brick. Each brick is critical and each brick shares the weight of the building. One brick could not carry the full weight, but put together, the building stands firm.”
Felix is right. I love the pearl, but these shells are a menace.