When you know what I know, you are dying to tell everyone you know, but you know it won’t do any good because you know no one is listening. Not really listening. Like when Jesus said the people of Israel had eyes to see and ears to hear, but didn’t.
You know everything I know, everything Jesus knew, but you don’t want to know what you know so you ignore it, or you hold it at arms length with academic arguments, or you rationalize it and spiritualize it until it fits into your denominational god-shaped-box.
I’m not claiming to be anywhere near the end of this journey, but when I look around I see the crowd is a lot thinner than it used to be.
When you know what I know, you realize there’s no real need to speak because those who want to know will find a way to learn, and the rest will be stuck wherever they are. So you find that speaking really only serves your egoic need to be a Teacher, a Healer, or a Hero.
And that’s where I’ll end it.