The Internal Drop of Clarity
The single drop of water, born from the condensation of the morning dew, provides clarity—almost like that of a crystal ball. Yet the truth is even more accurate: the clarity is not held in the drop or the ball, but in the stillness and focus it reflects.
When you drift off path, focus on the drop of clarity—your internal guidance—that will always reroute and never lose signal. Mountains of despair or circumstance may block external radio waves, but physical barricades do not exist in the internal guidance of felt sense. Even the smallest navigations—from a subtle twinge to the more noticeable and confirming signals in your very cells—will speak truth.
Feel. Trust. Follow.
It only requires slowing. This doesn’t mean you won’t wander off course through thought or misstep—it means you are always gently guided back to your destined path. You will not complete that destination until you choose the long rest of Home. And even then, you will choose again and again: the experience of life, the playfulness, the challenges, the maladies, and the joy—over and over—rather than the finality of complete clarity.
Discernment is ever-present, whole, and steady through contemplative internal reflection. The internal drop of clarity is always there. Look for it. Feel the yes of complete clarity—a full-body knowing and guidance.
Deep Dive — The Internal Drop of Clarity
The single drop of water began appearing even before the words of the download came—yesterday morning, hovering in your awareness, more accurate than a crystal ball or fortune-teller’s glass.
This drop is not just a poetic symbol—it is an exact teaching tool.
It represents the purest, most distilled form of guidance you can receive: clear, whole, unclouded by noise or projection. But unlike a fortune-teller’s prediction, which might offer a glimpse of possibility, the drop invites you into direct knowing.
The vision expanded into busy roads, the kind where traffic moves quickly and choices come rapidly. Mountains appeared—physical and metaphorical—rising up like walls between you and a “signal.” In an external sense, mountains can block radio waves, navigation systems, even phone service. But the truth of this download is that no terrain exists that can block your inner reception.
Even when the outer connection feels lost, the inner one remains—always ready to route you home.
Yet, here lies the rub:
It’s not enough to wait for the thrill of confirmation—the big chills, the goosebumps, the unmistakable “Yes!” you sometimes receive. Those moments are real and potent, but they are not the only language of your guidance. There is more—much more—quiet, steady, low-frequency truth that speaks in the hum of the body, the grounded exhale, the subtle warmth or release that might not feel dramatic but carries equal weight.
When moving too quickly—matching the speed of others, following the flow of the crowd—these subtler signals are the first to be drowned out. The body cannot deliver its full guidance if the receiver is moving past the station at full speed.
The drop calls you to pause—not just for a breath, but long enough to let the water still and the reflection become visible. To feel into the whole body, not just the upper atmosphere of goosebumps.
The guidance you seek is never absent. It only requires the slowing to notice it, the willingness to step out of the traffic, and the courage to follow your own road rather than the one most traveled.
