The more I awaken to the greater designs of the universe, the less I identify and resonate with established spiritual terminology. Chakras were the first to go, then signs, numbers, charts, ego mind, karma, mindfulness, enlightenment, synchronicity, shadow work, energy, self, duality, spirit, avatar, mantra, manifestation, aura, empath. I never took any particular liking to these expressions in the first place, I just had no other way to define these concepts in order to communicate my ideas to others. To me, they always seemed just off enough to not wish to use them to define concepts that are, in truth, beyond verbal communication. I always knew, innately, that these were incomplete and limiting concepts. Lately, I even find myself shying away from using the word "God" or "Light" if it doesn't serve the moment well. It's not a fear of invocation or some sort of pretentiousness that keeps me from doing it but rather an inner knowing that I should not. That it's better left unsaid. Same with most other things. The more I am shown - the less I wish to say. The more I see and know, the less I want to share. At a certain stage, I understood why the divine no longer speaks to us directly - because there is nothing more to say. The distance between us and them is so great that concepts that belong to the higher realms are unfathomable to us, we are guaranteed to misinterpret. Guaranteed to fall short of their intricate design. It would only cause more confusion and pain within a collective mind that is in active conflict with its own self. I imagine this is why the masters of old preferred solitude and stillness over anything else. Me, I pine, more and more, for normalcy and standard living. I find myself longing for mundane moments. The little things that matter.