What happens when the old consciousness falls silent? A journey into inspiration, freedom, Love—and the mysterious encounter with one’s deepest self.
There are encounters in our lives that are extraordinary.
Those with a breathtaking fragment of nature, with moving music,
with joy danced out in full, or with a work of art that gives us wings.
And those with another human being — with their truth, the fervour of their heart, with the radiance of their soul so powerful that it leaves us speechless.
And there is that moment when you know that this was precisely that special encounter in life — one that does not leave you suspended in admiration and imitation, but gives you the light of inspiration and the strength to think anew.
It offers the understanding that you no longer have to follow in someone else’s footsteps.
There is also the encounter with oneself, although we often do not know how or where to initiate it. Yet we invariably feel its importance, and the voice of intuition urges us toward a decision.
These are the moments when we sense within ourselves an unknown closeness, when we begin to understand the scars of the past and to see the obstacles within us, even those most deeply concealed, most deeply embedded in who we are.
And suddenly, we know.
And there comes a profound insight that leads to the necessity of freeing ourselves from beliefs, from all the patterns that determine our thinking and our actions.
The encounter with oneself reveals surprising possibilities.
Possibilities shrouded in mystery, a mystery we ourselves must come to know. Understanding our inner power, the power of our thinking, and at the same time the power of the silence of our mind, is transformative.
And then we take a step into the unknown, setting aside all beliefs and fears, all the thoughts and directions that sabotage us, the ones we impose upon ourselves in good faith, while at the same time entangling ourselves in bondage.
Yes, this encounter with oneself is very special.
All these encounters are guides given to us in a particular moment,
often correctives to our thinking, leading us toward surprising reflections.
Wonderful, inspiring encounters, often bringing tears…
tears that bear witness to our deepest transformation.
But among all these extraordinary encounters there is THE ONE that has no name.
When a thought appears so deep and so different that you become utterly still.
It is not entangled in hope, not enclosed within faith, not coated in a vision, it provokes nothing.
It is like an outstretched hand emerging from the void.
We hear its invitation when the house of our past and our future begins to crumble — the house of knowledge, philosophy and faith, the house of old thinking, the fortress of beliefs we have held for years.
Beliefs so deeply embedded within us that not even for a moment did the thought arise to finally look at them closely, to free ourselves from those small, painful prisons of which we ourselves are the creators.
The moment the idea occurs to us is an eureka — accompanied by a flash of joy, an illumination, a soothing release in the arduous search for a way to untangle the knot tightened around our consciousness.
This is the result of determination, unwavering persistence, and understanding.
And so, when the old consciousness falls apart — without the thunder of fireworks, in the silence of disappearance, brick by brick, wall by wall — a space unknown to our imagination is revealed.
Then we can truly hear and truly see.
We see golden threads of inspiration, new thoughts woven from delicate strands,
not imposing themselves, but simply waiting with patience and love.
Yes, this is the space of inspiration.
This is the space of the present moment — the finest guardian and guide, silently revealing the way.
And so we notice the golden threads of inspiration flowing past us.
And this is a moment that cannot be neglected, dismissed, or overlooked.
And if one of these threads drifts toward us and offers us its strength and its particular message, we have only a moment to embrace it, to accept its invitation into our consciousness.
If we do not notice it now, we will lose it.
If we notice it but do not invite it in, if we do not explore its message now — we will lose it as well.
And all that will remain within us is the feeling that something extraordinarily important has slipped away.
This experience, which teaches us attentiveness, is priceless.
Because of it, we become increasingly sensitive, increasingly willing to listen, increasingly perceptive.
Until finally, at a certain moment, we manage to notice, to feel, and to hear this entirely new thought.
But attentiveness is only the first step.
It is not enough, because a moment’s hesitation will open the door — the one and only door suspended in this peculiar space.
They are the remnants of burned-out energy.
They are the link to the house in which we no longer live, the house of the old consciousness.
Out of fear that pierces the heart, we take this door with us like the last relic we cannot bear to part with, lest we lose the ground beneath our feet altogether.
This particular space of Love allowed us to carry these final doors with us, so that we could decide, choose, in complete autonomy.
Behind those doors stands a choir — great, powerful, determining the course of an entire life.
It includes reason, which will immediately question everything that originates from the realm of inspiration.
There is apprehension, distinguished within the choir by its piercing voice.
There is the trembling voice of fear, and terror striking dark tones.
There is the gallery of mockers, poisoning with its bitter song everything that is incomprehensible, different, unknown.
There is also the group of intellectuals.
These are powerful voices within the choir.
They drown out everything they cannot comprehend, everything that, confronted with their certainty of being infallible, sounds absurd and awakens fear.
The choir sounds so resoundingly that the special thought can no longer be heard, and it simply drifts away.
This space is like an adoptive home, and we are its inhabitants — children longing for love.
Abandoned, lonely children who, when someone tries to embrace them,
stiffen, because they do not know such a gesture.
Forsaken children who do not trust the glimpses of the eternal power of Love
revealed through the golden threads of inspiration.
Why do we not trust?
Because we had free will, and we brought with us from the old world the door behind which stands the choir that sabotages Light and transformation.
But in this space, we are not left in peace.
It is precisely these inspirations that carry us into another world.
They become our true family.
And so new thoughts continue to arrive, awakening within us the conviction that perhaps the choir is not right after all.
And although it continues to sing, because we opened the door behind which it stands, over time it sings more quietly, as though there were fewer and fewer voices within it.
And when at last it falls silent, the circle transforms into a spiral.
And then that one particular counsel finally makes itself heard:
Do not listen to the choir behind the door.
The magnificent inspirations from the space of Freedom and Light have their own notes, their own uplifting resonance, and the gentle tone of Love…
Eternal Power of Love!
You sent me signs announcing Your arrival.
You sent me Your children:
New Thoughts and Deep Inspirations.
You dusted me off from the dust of my fortress.
You freed me from the wall around my heart.
And when it cracked, You spread throughout my entire being.
And when my being came to know Your strength, it began to disappear.
And in that disappearance, it gave that Love to everyone.
Because Love reveals itself in a fragment of disappearance.
And every disappearance has its own time.
I will embrace every Thought of Yours.
I will dress it in the most beautiful words and give it away with joy…
Before I disappear…
