All you ever have to do is get quiet.

When the mind is racing and it's searching for an answer, desperately reaching, looking in every direction, inside, outside for an answer if you just stopped.

Mid thought, mid-scroll, mid-google, if you stopped and listened.

There is no question left to be answered. There are no questions. About what? About the

illusion? About the symptom you were Googling, about the body that is not yours, that is not there truly, about the illusion? About the symptom you were Googling, about the body that is not yours,

that is not there truly, about the problem at work? Whose work? Whose job? And yet, the work goes on.

More effectively, more powerfully, promotions happen that weren't written.

Now they are, but not for you, for the character, because you know you're not them.

And so that character is working, but while it's working, it's chanting.

It's speaking the name of reality.

It's vibrating with reality as reality reality even though it is an appearance.

Everything is appearing in the image as the image of me. You see, the more you know who you are,

the more you see when you look out, the more you're not fooled as you look out.

The more you know that I'm looking out for you.

There's never been a moment that you weren't accounted for.

That I did not have your best interest, that character's best interest, whatever it thought it lost.

It will get back with interest.

I know you're interested in the story. I am too. You found me. So that means the best days.

It's best days are ahead. I love you.