‘I will be still an instant and go home.’
This world you seem to live in is not home to you. And somewhere in your mind you know that this is true. A memory of home keeps haunting you, as if there were a place that called you to return, although you do not recognise the voice, nor what it is the voice reminds you of. Yet still you feel an alien here, from somewhere all unknown. Nothing so definite that you could say with certainly you are an exile here. Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a tiny throb, at other times hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind again.
When you are still an instant, when the world recedes from you, when valueless ideas cease to have value in your restless mind, then will you hear His Voice. So poignantly He calls to you that you will not resist Him longer. In that instant He will take you to His home, and you will stay with Him in perfect stillness, silent and at peace, beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt, sublimely certain that you are at home.
The stillness recommended by today’s lesson was in short supply as I stood outside Maplin in the city centre for three hours to fill twenty five questionnaires. Yesterday only four people refused to engage with me. Today at least fifteen people were too busy, even before they heard what I was asking of them. I have always been sympathetic to market researchers, and will be even more so after this experience.
I interviewed a couple of men who certainly looked and sounded as if they knew this was not their real home. Yes, I often have the feeling (still) of not ‘fitting’ here, and I am trying to hear the Voice more often and to return to my real home.