Words are the way
I wrote that some months ago, and I am only beginning to see how true it is. When I sink into the meditation space, I have access to a humongous toolbox of spiritual processes that allow me to see, examine, and clear information and programming that no longer serves me. I learned these tools from a variety of teachers, and they are good tools. They work. I am grateful to have them.
In the end, however, words are how I know. My deepest revelations, my clearest spiritual ahas find voice and being in what I write. If I have written it, I get it. If I get it, I have likely written about it.
And so I wonder if perhaps all these tools were just training wheels, until I could hear and understand the communications of my own specific soul.
And I also wonder, how do you know?