Snail (General) Reflection (Listen while you read)
What’s in a snail; a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
(No, Will Shakespeare did not write these words; though they mean the same as he intended.
Snails, as most creatures, hold a key for us; a key to unlock a door within.
And what is the key the snail holds? We’ll tell you. The key the snail holds is the key to that place within where knowing lies. That’s right. The key the snail holds is the key to that place within where all things are known; all things are true. And what is meant by ‘all things are known’ and ‘all things are true’? We’ll tell you.
You, dear heart; this is what is meant by all things known/all things true. Indeed, dear one; the snail holds the key to that part of you within; that part of you that understands all things; understands all that is good and true.
Do you think that you do not understand all things, dear heart? Yes? No? Indeed, dear one; we all know, deep within, all things. It takes a willingness to remember; a willingness to put aside doubt. A willingness to put aside those things that hinder us from exposing that part of ourselves that is true. And what is true, my friend. We’ll tell you.
You, dear heart; you. Yes, dear friend; you are true, deep within where all is known.
In time, dear one; yes; in time you will discover this for yourself, and we shall witness great rejoicing; indeed, we will.)
This reflection is dedicated to Anne Schilde whose magical writings hold delight for those who care to read.