Tuesday, July 14, 2026
Bracing is rigid, as if you’ve met some immovability. True Strength gives – gives more time, space, and wisdom. In the dark, pupils dilate. It ain’t over.
True Strength roots. Weakness shoots (without roots). Bracing for impact is an illusion. Anchoring allows you to see Truth. Subtleness and suppleness are the keyholes through which Light grounds itself in the “darkest night.”
True Strength is an invisible centered depth which is not fundamentally hardened, yet pliable. In some individuals, surface hardness melts into the core. That anchoring soft foundation swallows you, and then returns you to the surface. But this time, you demonstrate Truth and it is. Unspoken transparency.
When you have more give, you have discovered True Strength. You’re never a pushover or a copout, or a coward. But force has no prayer to the sure footed. You’re anchored. Superficially tossed, but anchored, officially. Being braced up is strength feigned. The braces are the roots.
True Strength never gets uprooted, even though at the surface, it may appear heavily disheveled. Deeply anchored, I am unmoved, yet living. When I am anchored, Truth can speak. I cannot be fundamentally moved, but sometimes the turbulence on the surface appears “pushy.” I cannot be overcome. I am both the anchor and the turbulence, that’s why.
I am Light and I am dark, but dark is merely my Light, inverted. I also know dark cannot overcome Light. Light is the only perpetual power and casts a shadow on what’s not inherently substantive. I know this now.
Death comes, but does not overcome. Obstacles come, but do not overcome. Hardships come, but do not overcome. If I am overcome, I do not understand myself, and I am faking ignorance.
I am True Strength and True Light feigning weakness in a so-called hard and dark world. At this level of understanding, it’s cake. Let them feast on your fullness, and they too will become the Light and Bread of the world.