And from this stillness, walk resolutely, with tears streaming (as they surely will), into the heart-promise of this harvest we have called forth today. Do the work of ripping up weeds from your inner garden. Check your pockets for a multiplication of that original seed. Cast every last morsel of promise upon the bone-dry ground. Prepare the storehouse for more than you think it can hold. Water the land of your inner world as best you can. Remember, your tears are more powerful for coaxing forth the first fruits of this harvest than you can even imagine. But a smile brings torrents of rain (living water straight from your belly) and bright, brilliant sunrises in your eyes.

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More is possible. But first, you must let go of the cocky sense of reassurance your emotional healing has given you and get down to the nuts and bolts of creating the inner and outer structures your expectations demand.

This is also no ordinary midnight, no simple moonless night. If you stop and listen to the rhythm beating out its time all around you, I think you will find a clue about exactly where this bonfire of luminosity is hidden. Come confirm your suspicions of glory.

Meanwhile, the bat signal is out of order and the mainframe crashed. So, what shall you do? Give up this treasure hunt? Or strike out with a resonant yearning in your heart and find that as soon as you do…