I have a secret life. I am not crippled by five senses.
There is, everywhere, a gentle mist of truth that can only be known by knowing and it brings me the crisp conviction of what is everlasting. I stand, not empty.
While there is a scent I cannot smell; a whisper I cannot hear; a warmth I never touch nor wear, there is a life that cannot be better lived than by trust and reliance. There is “another” life that is the only life. I look through a scrim to let it touch me. There is truth somewhere that is here in disguise.
But what is here is only myself … my Self. Here I am, created to be receiving all that cannot be seen or heard and, containing all of Forever, I’ve been giving it steps to walk through the forest of disbelief. Yes.
But this is a new day. It comes to enable me to choose afresh. Today my secret life is admitted to. I am true to what I am while in the shadows of disbelief. Yes.
I am Life. There is no disbelief.