It's that, at least for me, words are a double-edged sword. As long as their meaning lies in front of me on what is the right road of life for me, then they are powerful and essential guides. If it lies behind me though then following the words means retracing my steps in the wrong direction. They are like signposts, rather than destinations, and like all signposts they have to be left behind at some point. That's because the deepest things are greater than can be captured and bundled into any form of words.Please explain "not enough" in more depth, JohnK.
I am thankful this happened. It turns my eyes back closer to where they should be looking, if nothing else. It also helps to explain the darkish redness I saw early on the journey in the first two or many more places I had stopped. I remember questioning where I was with no answer. Eventually, it passed. Later, the coals in the spirit were much brighter and more fiery than the dark redness.
I remember seeing that darker red with dark skies covering the earth in places: many places, before being taken through the stars and moons. It was as if I was causing it. I would say or think "Boom" every time a target would get hit, and the redness would become more intense, showing a structure below which I thought was hell or the earth. In the dim red light, it was as if everything below was in turmoil.