Knowing not what I was facing, but knowing something would come, my movements slowly greeted the Southwest, in my 45 degree rotation counter-clockwise and bid goodbye to the dark yet illuminated Western summits of Devotion and Vision.

Streams arising from the Southwest now, and moving with its energy – I felt angry, and shameful and forceful. Intensely focused, as though my hidden opponent were “out there” somewhere, the Southwest reflected in me, the need for my own inner warrior.

“Tenacity.”

The inner mind radiated a single thought, the depth of which seems to fill the whole landscape upon which I stand.

Tenacity. My conscious mind echoed, body following the rigid and strong movements that can move mountains, that dig into the earth and do not budge in the ever-focused desire to push forward.

Push forward? I paused. The warrior evaporated into thin air. Push forward for what?

“Tenacity.  For the Truth.”

Ah-hah.  Now I had something to lodge onto.  The warrior returned, rooted in the earth, pushing forward and digging in to pierce the heart of truth in my life.

“This is the place of Veracity.

Veracity is Tenacity For Truth.”