The Silence Between Thoughts

    You’ve been told that knowledge comes from outside—from books, teachings, voices louder than your own. But the Transmissions offer a different truth: the deepest knowing lives not in accumulation, but in stillness. Beneath the mind’s endless narration, beyond the chatter of personality and the programming of the Astral Illusion, there is a silence that is not empty—it is alive. It is in this silence that your Essence speaks. It doesn’t use words. It doesn’t shout. It waits patiently, always present, for you to turn inward and listen.

    The Astral Illusion thrives on noise. It fills your thoughts with shoulds and musts, with beliefs inherited but never questioned. It pushes you to speak without understanding, to react without reflection, to consume information without digesting it. And the more you feed it, the more distant you feel from your own center. But when you begin to observe rather than react—when you become still and allow the silence to rise—you start to hear something else. Not from the outside, but from within. This is not passive. It is the most active listening you will ever do.

    Zadore reminds us that the silence is not the absence of thought—it is the space between. It is the still point within the Vortex, where opposites dissolve, and where Light and Healing are not things you seek, but states you remember. In that space, clarity arises—not as analysis, but as direct understanding. You don’t figure things out; you see them. You know them. And this knowing cannot be argued with, because it does not come from the mind but from the depth of your being.

    So make time for the silence—not as an escape, but as a return. Begin to trust the space between your thoughts. Let the silence speak louder than the noise of the world. Within it, your Essence will show you what the Illusion cannot: that you are not lost, not broken, not lacking. You are already whole. Already connected. Already Light. And the more you listen, the more you remember. In that remembrance, the false begins to fade. And what remains is truth—not shouted, but whispered—waiting patiently in the stillness you’ve always carried.