sometimes i switch off my handheld, turn off the radio and log off the internet.
the world is outside my zone of communication. i am not in the world, the world stays out there, with its haste and traffic jams, with its information and the lack of it, with its people and events.
i float outside the sphere of the universe. i exist not, i let myself sink to the mud at the bottom of the infostream.
when i enter solitude, when i dig deep into the protective layer, put on the hauberk of silence, i find myself in a different zone of reception.
my inbuilt antenna perceives a transmission for one addressee only, for my heart. it is a transmission from another Heart. the love of God pulses in the silence.
ta-dam. i, light.
ta-dam. came into the world.
ta-dam. so that no one.
ta-dam. believing in me.
ta-dam. would stay in the darkness.*
ta-dam… ta-dam… ta-dam….
my heart throbs in accord with the heart of God. they communicate by throbbing.
the mud at the bottom of the ocean of information contains a silence that is much more important than the muddle of events and pandemonium of news.
it is a conversation on the important things.
it is the only call really worth the attentive answer.