A thought arrived.
The writing did not begin with a plan for a book. It began with moments I did not want to rush past. I wrote them down because something inside them felt unfinished.
The Journey
The writing unfolded in layers.
Insight does not always come in order.
Sometimes it comes sideways, in silence, in symbols and in stillness. Something you do not understand today may quietly unlock something in you much later.
The thoughts began speaking to one another.
A reflection about money connected to fear. A question about fear opened into identity. A question about identity quietly returned me to GOD. What looked separate began revealing one continuous inner conversation.
One book became several roads.
As the writing grew, I could feel that every thought did not belong in the same place. The journey had layers. True Value became the first place to stop, look around and ask what had been mistaken for worth.
Different pace. Same unfolding.
There was never one correct speed for becoming aware.