With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone,
It is a cool morning, about 36 degrees, and I see beautiful magenta colors in the clouds over the mountains in the east. Of course these colors change as the sun rises and adds more light. Everything changes with light. When we are in the dark we are more afraid. When we are in the dark we believe rumors, hear whispers, and otherwise make large what might be small. In the light a mouse is a mouse, not a ghost or large creepy thing. We see what is actually there and are not afraid.
Light offers truth: it is not a counter balance, but rather a fire that burns away falsehood. We must be careful not to be seduced by magenta clouds. Or the comforting warmth of falsehood.
The trouble is all sorts of colorholders believe they are the light that burns away falsehood. No one convinced by the dark believes they live in the dark. They want to share their darkness believing they are shedding light on the world.
This darkness has a name, its called conviction. We who are convinced, who are true believers, are colorholders of darkness.
The best spiritual traditions demand us to ever ask, "who am I?" We should always ask, "what's this?" And our answer should be "don't know!"