Tuesday, February 24, 2026
Eventually, silence gets the last word. It becomes “louder” than sound. The ego-identity falls back, loosening the once-accentuated feeling of separateness. Individualism becomes second to something that is lighter, brighter, and more effectively universal. That wonderful cushion of expanded awareness, once hidden in the indwelling of the body, engulfs you from within and all around. You submit.
It’s a bumper, a light of lights that keeps the shadows behind, no longer out front. Fear becomes faint and has no chance of leading. Fear is words. Silence goes first. Nothing can consume you because you have a cloak of purity, a buffer to the resistance. This buffer is not a comfort zone. It’s naked, pure, and unpointed; yet fully capable.
It’s a globe of truth that speaks not, but goes before. It’s a leading edge, but formless. This globe or buffer or leading edge is your Highest Truth. And you dwell in it, as the mind gives way. It’s been called the house of the Lord. The spirit of God. The kingdom of heaven. The ancient of days. The balm in Gilead. Nirvana. Brahman. Salvation.
Whatever the case may be, silence is the portal through which this engulfing light burns its way outward and steps in front of the countenance, transfiguring it with beams of radiance. The ego, once font-and-center, becomes but a wisp of itself. It falls in line and becomes the flock of this presence, channeling that which is deeper, silent, and omniscient.
Silence cannot be covered for eternity. Sound is ephemeral. Silence is the frontier of faith. It’s the cornerstone of great healing and the space in which life emerges. It’s the channel through which transparency reveals source and interconnectedness forgotten by the ego.
Silence remembers. It recalls the greatness of purity that will always lead and ultimately have the last say in an argument that never was.