I can feel the cold damp air around me. In a library hall I pick out a book off a shelf and do not know what it says. I blow the dust off the cover with my breath and begin reading what seems to be a book with no words. Its pages are blank, cream colored and thick, soft to the touch and old. As I flip through the pages I begin to understand, words unseen. Letters and script begin to appear but only on pages already turned. The only words I can see are the ones in hindsight.
Patience as you move through this next phase of the process. The story is being told to you and revealed. Nothing can appear that you have not already created. Whatever you need and want let it bear fruit. Let the work create you.
Place your desires on the fire of your heart. Manifest from the deep soul waters inside. Employ the vast scope of your mind to see with one eye. Your third eye sees it all into being. Act accordingly with your daily practice and write down good notes regularly. Keep track. Observe. Letting go of the old ties that bind.
Empty out the avenues of thought and feel into the spaces in between. This is the pivot. The mark. The beginning. Create from nothing. Befriend your doubt and become a measure of audacity.