How do you find answers when silence builds up in front of a heart that has been struck mute? Or how do you sink a shaft into this hiddenness in search of both the treasure and the answer? Or how do you span a bow across the stunned abyss in front of you without losing your balance yourself and tumbling into it? Your heart cannot carry on this self-conversation when the tongue of its thoughts has been sold out to the cheap suggestions of the surroundings or of the flesh — the flesh that so easily yields to unbelief and to fear, or flinches before the truth.

How safe is it for the ego and for its agenda to trust your heart with the influence of truth upon it? Truth that reveals conflict and either leading or misleading, and that decides whether you are busy living out the destiny of your existence or the lot of fate.

The synergy of influences grows like cataracts over the ears of our spirit, so that we do not hear the false notes our soul is playing. Until and unless we sanitise the ash-heaps of unfulfilled expectations and unbandaged wounds, our own sound will be out of tune. And because we are not aware of when or where the heart is making its subject choices, the ones that let it learn its lessons and eventually stimulate our growth, we must all the time become spontaneously careful but also fair and merciful examiners of this complex interplay between what happens on the battlefield of the heart and in the propaganda of the ego. Insight will lead to wisdom, and wisdom to peace. But not until you grow comfortable with the small piece that marked out the measuring line for you, and deaf to the tyranny of the self.

Groete Amanda Kreitzer