All good things in all good time.

We think about enlightenment in epic terms. Bright white lights. Something intensely mystical.

That can be part of it but certainly is not the essence of the experience.

Enlightenment is nothing more or less than the death of the anxious self.

The anxious self is the split off self. Alone. Fighting for survival. Caught in thinking. Seeking externally for solutions.

The anxious self must die. There isn't a gentler way to put it. It's the ultimate goal of yogic systems. The Mahabharat, actually, is filled with war allegory. This is why.

We get attached to our anxious self. We don't know what we'd do without it. A certain comfort is found in it.

In the end, it is a false comfort and realizing this is what propels us, like moths to light, to ending the drama once and for all.

The question really is your internal readiness to let go. Wherever you are with that decision is perfect and good. There is no need to worry about it or rush.

All good things in all good time.

CL

I speak from Silence.