It came to me of leaving the track of thought that runs in circles - continuous fears about the future, anguish about the past.
Another way was shown that did not go back and forth. It was more like an open window.
And the message above the window was this:
"We let you take that path to its hardest ending so you would know what death was. So you would know how deeply the grave was dug from which you are called to arise.
For those who are comfortable in their graves do not seek resurrection - the slumber of seeming is enough for them. Only those who taste the bitterness of dying yearn for rebirth into life."
The former track fades, along with its forays into dreamy, nightmarish elsewhere.
Whereas the way that was shown extends not into what was and what might be.
This way has no destination, no movement, no goal, no expectation.
It's journey has ended.