There's a constant stream of knowing that flows to and through us. Some of the data comes through the body and is integrated as feelings. Some is extruded into thought forms or images. And some of it is very, very subtle, audible only as tantalizing tid-bits delivered via a faint whisper floating on the breeze.
People, too often, become enamored with the influx of thoughts and feelings, deafening themselves to the subtle signals of instinct, intuition, inspiration, insight and communion with the bigger mind.
Practice straining to hear the silent signals sent from the invisible and unknowable aether, beyond the habituated and reactionary mind. Otherwise, it's like denying yourself one of your senses – and then some.
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