It all happened in the briefest of moments.
“You busted through my front door in the dark of night, you wrestled me to the ground, repeatedly raping me to within seconds of my last breath, ‘Cholangio’ you left me for dead, cold and beaten, but I did not die, I still breathe.
Cholangio you took so much from me, yet you left something behind.
As I struggled for my survival I found something deep within me that you could not see nor reach, my “Unconditional Willingness” was still intact protected within my center. You and your cancer army could not reach what you could not see.
Cholangio you pushed me to my edge but I did not go over. As I clung there with just a finger hold left on life, my mind unexpectedly calmed. From my edge I could see so much more than I had ever seen before.
Your intentions were clear and brutal, as you skillfully culled me from the herd, but unwittingly you reactivated my instincts, and freed my inner vision trapped deep within – I could see again, my “Looking Glass” had returned and could see beyond your grip.
Cholangio I conceded to your unwanted grip, and as you rejoiced in your victory, you loosened your grip for just a moment, but a moment was all I needed, I re-engage and slipped your grip and the awaiting noose.
Cholangio I took that next step at speed without hesitation or condition. I continue to move forward with my Willingness’ and ‘Looking Glass’ in hand. I am not limited or daunted by the convenience of proof. Yes, I have learned that proof is born from within the Looking Glass. I know the dangers of an idle and convenient proof that can so easily disarm the pursuit of perfection.
Cholangio I am aware of your stealth, your shadow, and your grip. I know you and you know me. I know your path, you know mine, I will always see your path, so that our paths remain parallel.