Inner and Outer Resurrections are mutual. I must enter the silence and come to know my own resurrection. Then I must enter the world and come to know the resurrections all around me. The inner work informs the outer. The outer work informs the inner. And so on. Like a swing.
I can remember swinging as a child with some of my friends. We would purposely create disorientation, often by tilting our heads back as the swing was descending. Trying the same thing as an adult made me feel sick to my stomach. Perhaps as children, disorientation is mysterious, invigorating while as adults it becomes upsetting. Hmmmmm
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