Chapter Two
The Gift I Didn't Know to Name
In the course of writing, I had been given a gift. A powerful one. A gift without which the book could never have come into existence. A gift without which I would never have found the answers. A gift of unimaginable proportions that I didn't even know existed until I did.
I had mysteries to solve, ones I had been trying to solve for years. With no answers, no matter how I struggled to find them. And yet those answers appeared after I started writing. Interesting, don't you think? The synchronicity of that.
Yes, at first, it was a fabulous tool that helped me find answers to mysteries and questions I had struggled with for years. Then it moved on to give me answers to questions that I hadn't yet realized existed. Only possible because of the precious gift that was there every morning, to help me take the next step with awareness.
I thought maybe this gift could be a course offered up later, independent of what happens here in Kjrsos. Because as I came to understand the power of what was here, I realized how powerful this gift really was — how it applied to everyone. The engineer, the artist, the scientist, the author. It doesn't matter what the field.
And then one morning, everything rearranged once again. As I lay there and thoughts swam in and out, I could see so clearly what I couldn't see before. The Wakening Practice giving me the answer to its own existence.
Don't be silly. I am not done with you, you goof. Because, of course, the answer to the book So That We Can See is that it needs to be experienced, which can best be done if you share the tools that helped create it first.
So instead of starting with the book, if you are going to have the full experience, we need to share the tools that made any of this possible. Which is why we are about to share with you a practice that made this possible to start with.
Something else I need you to know. There is more waiting in this practice than what you might first expect. At first, it will feel like you are just hearing yourself more clearly — your own deeper mind, surfacing with what you've missed before. That alone is extraordinary. But for some, another shift comes. The insights stop feeling like things you're fishing up from below and start feeling like things being shared from somewhere else. A presence. A direction. An intelligence that is not you, waiting — perhaps patiently, perhaps not — for you to quiet your consciousness enough to hear.
Just know that if you do arrive at this place, you are not losing your mind. You are finding something that has been trying to find you.
A moment to sit with
Is there a gift in your own life that you didn't recognize as a gift until much later? What was it that finally let you see it?
There is no rush. Come back when you are ready — tomorrow is a good word for it.
