Something to Remember

Have you ever sat in Silence and had an insight come from nowhere?

I recently got my nails done which is a way for me to clear my mind and feel a little pampered in the process. It’s not something I do regularly but it’s available when I need to take a break away from the office.

As I sat and listened to the gals in the salon talking amongst each other, I noticed how Sammy, who was painting my nails, spoke to her co-workers in such a way that I thought English was her only language.

I didn’t notice any accent, she spoke eloquently and used fun slang, trends, and catchphrases.

To say the least, I’m impressed with her ability to speak so well and fluidly move between languages with ease and grace. I studied a few foreign verbal languages in my time and never reached basic communication let alone anything else.

Aside from her sporadic sentences in both English and Vietnamese, she sat with me in Silence as she painted my nails. I was grateful for this because I enjoy the quiet.

That’s when I noticed she spoke another language fluently:

Silence.

I added Silence to her multilingual talents.

Then, this insight really hit me like a ton of bricks:

Silence in itself is a language. Silence is an invitation to go deeper. It’s a doorway to everything else which resides within us.

Silence is a challenge for some because they have not re-learned or remembered it.

Amazed once again at the spiraling nature of Insight, I sat and absorbed the beauty of the language of Silence.

The peaceful simplicity of it.

The energy that is shared within it.

The feelings that are felt even though they aren’t initiated with words or thinking.

The inner reflections that can be accessed through Silence.

The insight kept flowing, showing up new, and unraveling.

Then, I noticed yet another language coming onto the stage as if I were watching a theatrical play with characters popping into view. A part of myself I know well but I never thought of it as a language:

Inner Knowing.

From here, my Inner Knowing moved through me like a feeling of depth.

Powerful energy punches packed with information, simultaneously unfolding at lightning speed and flowing gently upon my awareness like a feather floating down onto my lap, one by one.

A feeling of deep knowing where nothing can exist with it other than Truth.

I remembered how Silence is a root language supporting many other inner languages. Endless amounts of them.

I was not learning here, I was remembering Truth.

And then a vision came to me. A vision of a cake and language presented itself as the layers.

Verbal language being the icing, Silence being the cake, and Inner Knowing being the hidden treasure of sugary yumminess bursting with flavor from the inside.

And within that layer of sugary yumminess, a never-ending and always-accessible portal leading to an unlimited number of languages, knowledge, energies, insights, depths, Truths, and more…

Although English is my first and only verbal language since giving up on Spanish and French years ago, I personally find it much more satisfying to learn, remember rather, the silent languages, including Silence itself and speaking to and from my Inner Knowing and my Grounding.

Speaking to and from higher consciousness.

Speaking to and from a deeper place within me.

Speaking to and from a higher vibration.

Speaking to and from intelligence beyond physical form.

Speaking to and from insight.

I am excited to see and feel what I find here as I explore this inner world of unlimited communications and the multitude of languages we get to remember and explore.

We know they don’t stop with insight, Inner Knowing and inner wisdom...

They don’t stop at meeting the language of our inner teacher…

They certainly don’t come to an end with telepathy or feeling energy around us…

There are many more languages waiting to be remembered that stem from the root of Silence and a quiet mind.

They are inviting us to remember them and become fluent, again.

Learn to remember if we must, but we must remember.

And that’s how a trip to the nail salon on an early, cool fall day in the Pacific Northwest brought me an insight, a deeper understanding, and a way to express language within myself and share as I remember to be fluent.

And perhaps the languages beneath Silence are many, yet one. A paradox that reminds us we’re never far away from anything we could ever need to know, see, or feel.

Lora Perry