{A Dream: Of a Fear of Flying [continued(3)]}[4th August 1987]

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I had* gone to bed yesterday evening focussing on God – with all the limitations already explained** – and happy that I could do so in contentment as well as out of discontent. Today, I have felt simply that when alone and quiet, I can find peace, and be at rest; when battered by the activity and noise*** of those I love I am restless and ill-at-ease. This is no doubt an imperfection in me, and is in no sense their fault. But in my present state, I still need peace in order to hear clearly the Inner Sound; without peace, I hear it, but not clearly enough, which brings frustration. Or so it seems.

*[See last previous entry.]

**[See [Redbook4:49-50][19870731:1000]{Helplessness}[31st July 1987], 1^st para.: “despite my ignorance of what God is, or means”.]

***{cf.[[Redbook4:49-50][19870731:1000]{Helplessness}[31st July 1987],p.]50.}

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