The Process of Divine Healing, is a Timeless Journey
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” ~ Rumi
A wiseman sat as he often did in a state of quiet reflection. Whilst in the distance a roar could be heard as the dust on the horizon, it was raised by something that was heading his way. In due course a high end 4×4 sort out the wiseman before it skidded to a halt directly in front of him. And as its drivers side window lowered, a fat, grey elderly man leaned out of that window. The man looked at the wiseman sitting on the floor and said; “hey wiseman you must help me” and throwing a big bundle of paper money in front of the wiseman stated “and this is a measure of my authority over you”. The wiseman looked upon the man in the car and after taking a gentle sip from his ginger tea spoke with eloquence saying; “please pick your authority up and place it in that hole over there”. The man in the car withdrew his head from the open window and could be seen talking to someone. At which point a greying ginger gnarled old hag got out of the passengers side of the car, she snarled at the wise man, picked up the money, walked to the hole and threw it in. She then walked back to the car and once again snarled at the wiseman, yet he remained sanguine albeit; amused by the actions of the hag in all her delusions. For he knew that whilst the hags journey had some how contrived to delude her into thinking that she had great power over the wiseman in all her snarls and snarling. The truth was that as a stooge all she really had were the seeds and the chains of her own self limitations. Indeed seeds and chains that would eventually lead to her own painful destruction and the wisemans heart wept for her sufferings. The man in the car then leaned out of the car and said; “okay what do we do now, you have my money let’s get on with it”. The wiseman said; “yes let’s begin, but please retrieve your authority from the hole”. Again consultation between the man in the car and his companion the hag, in what seemed to be like some sort of uneasy and ill-balanced alliance of hatred and self-service which bound them tightly. Followed by the hag once more getting out of the car snarling at the wiseman and walking over to the hole and upon inspection screeching; “there’s no money here simply a pile of rotting leaves”. The man in the car shouted “hey what’s going on here you’ve turned all my money into rotting leaves?”. The wiseman smiled and said; “you couldn’t be more wrong for you not I turned your authority into rotting leaves”. Still leaning out of his window the man said; “I don’t understand and how can that be?”. The wiseman took another sip from his ginger tea and said; “many years ago there lived a glorious seed in that hole, a seed so gracious, so generous and so full of love. A seed that offered much and yet asked for so little. Yet you and your companion chose year upon year to pour poison into that hole and you did so because the thought of that seed growing into all its glory was something that neither you, nor she could countenance”. The man twitched uncomfortably and beckoned the hag back into his car and as she walked by the wiseman she hissed and snarled at him. The wiseman smiled at the hag and continued to inform the man in the car. “Despite the poison that you and she poured into that hole, that seed sank its roots deeper and ever deeper and refused to be extinguished by you. In doing so and despite an almighty struggle that seed grew into a magnificent tree that bore the most succulent of fruits”. Pausing his oratory again for another sip from his ginger tea before saying; “year upon year as that tree gave birth to its fruits, you and she indulged yourselves greatly in all its wondrous bounty. Until the time came when the tree was weary and could no longer muster the chi it required to manufacture that which you gorged upon so eagerly. At which point you and she chopped that tree down and with great zeal too. Burning it for firewood and never once did you offer thanks to that seed or indeed that tree for all the wonderous fruits that both had committed to giving you willingly, for you are so locked into your own sense of entitlement”. By this time the man in the car had aged greatly and he was all alone for the hag she had gone and his car looked more like a tomb than the high end prestige car that it had once been. As if on cue as the sun began to set, he began holding his chest, and huffing and puffing asked the wiseman “so what is the significance of my money turning into rotting leaves wise man, am I going to die?”. The wiseman laughed out loud and holding his sides chortled; “are you going to die? are you going to die?, brother as mortals we all have our reason and season. Indeed a time to live and a time to die. So to answer your question I say only this. When we’ve truly learned how to live from our heart and given freely of all that we are there is no fear of death, how could there be, for we have come to understand that we are timeless”. Silence again and then after a short while the wiseman fixed his gaze upon the man in his tomb and asked; “what is it that you fear in being truly open and authentic with me, that implores you to hide behind your illusion of authority over me or indeed everyone? Why are you so reluctant and so fearful to dismount from your pride and so ill at ease sitting with me or indeed anyone as an equal”. The man in his tomb in a fit of rage shouted; “because I’m wealthier than you and as such I’m more powerful than you”. The wiseman laughed out loud again and then gently yet firmly said; “no brother you are a fool and sadly you’re to foolish to know just how foolish you really are. For if you weren’t so foolish you’d already know and truly understand that those leaves are nothing more than a symbol of who you really are. Once the trappings of your illusions have been stripped away and heartfelt self love allowed to blossom and grow”. Smiling once again and enjoying another sip from his ginger tea the wiseman continued his oratory, “if you can’t understand that, then simply try to accept that. But above all things try to see from your heart that you never had any authority over me or indeed anyone it’s all been an illusion. An illusion which is the manifestation of your own self loathing and innate self limitations and hence nothing more than deep unreconciled inner fears. The man in his tomb said; “you can’t talk to me like that” and the wiseman laughed out loud and said; “I think you’ll find I did and can” and he smiled once more before taking another hearty sip from his cup. During what seemed like an eternal pause the man in his tomb fidgeted and huffed and puffed as the man in his tomb always seemed to do with no sense of his own idiosyncratic patterns or absurdities. All to soon the man in his tomb erupted into an uncontrollable rage for the silence had allowed the doors to all fears to open widely “why are you doing this to me?” he shouted, “just why are you doing this to me?”. The wiseman laughed with gusto a deep hearty laugh and smiling said; “brother I’m doing nothing save for holding this wonderous space, allow brother, allow”. As a result of that satsang exchange an earth shattering silence broke out between the two again, indeed a silence that almost bordered upon deafening. Then as darkness beckoned near, the wiseman drank the last mouth full of his tea and as he did he truly began to glow and with both hands over his own heart. He fixed a gentle, yet steely gaze upon the man in his tomb who by this time was shielding his eyes. And amidst that otherworldly glow that seemed to almost blind the man in his tomb, the wiseman could be heard to say; “you have a choice, indeed you’ve always had a choice and that choice is do I stagnate or do I evolve? Accept the lesson, learn to love, learn to give and above all things become a seeker of truths. For if you do, you will come to know the true power of soul healing”. And in that moment the wiseman was gone and the leaves in the hole turned into the star dust that they’d always been and all that could be heard was the sound of greater understanding, indeed the timelessness of soul wisdom. Indeed that timeless and enigmatic glow that only truly deep alchemy of the soul can manifest effortlessly.
“This story is a distilled extract from my Book of Mysteries”
I hope you’ve enjoyed this simple little post which draws upon many aspects of my own alchemistic journey. Of course I’ve embellished that journey a bit with a degree of magic and mysticism too and all in the hope that you can use it as a tool. For the journey back into remembering is a long journey, filled with monsters and seemingly invincible odds. Yet if we stick with it and fully commit to really learning all our lessons well our soul will always accommodate all our rememberings, for that is the way of all things. As with all the posts and page content of this blog. There are deep and multi layered awakening and healing messages embedded within a myriad of gentle metaphors. All of which is purposely interwoven with mystical symbolism of many forms, each nuance included to enlighten, to inspire and to inform. That said; this post the wise man, leaves and stardust although written many years ago could only be posted on this day. For the distillation of the healing and learning journey captured in this post needed to align with the planetary shifts, for without that it could not bring about the healing that needed to be.
“Only the strongest of souls can bring light into darkness, wisdom into lacking and love to replace hate, for they have mastered the lesson of mortal suffering and have risen to the challenge of service.” ~ Orion Bright Star
”Seek the light, trust the light, be the light and ask the light to always be with you” ~ Barry Hardy
“Be generous in prosperity, and thankful in adversity. Be worthy of the trust of thy neighbor, and look upon him with a bright and friendly face. Be a treasure to the poor, an admonisher to the rich, an answerer of the cry of the needy, a preserver of the sanctity of thy pledge. Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech. Be unjust to no man, and show all meekness to all men. Be as a lamp unto them that walk in darkness, a joy to the sorrowful, a sea for the thirsty, a haven for the distressed, an upholder and defender of the victim of oppression. Let integrity and uprightness distinguish all thine acts. Be a home for the stranger, a balm to the suffering, a tower of strength for the fugitive. Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light unto the feet of the erring. Be an ornament to the countenance of truth, a crown to the brow of fidelity, a pillar of the temple of righteousness, a breath of life to the body of mankind, an ensign of the hosts of justice, a luminary above the horizon of virtue, a dew to the soil of the human heart, an ark on the ocean of knowledge, a sun in the heaven of bounty, a gem on the diadem of wisdom, a shining light in the firmament of thy generation, a fruit upon the tree of humility.” ― Baha’u’llah
The Inner Planes Are Where Soul Magic Unfolds – Sat Tat Aum, The Kingdom of God is Within
Mortality is an incredible privilege, when we accept the frailties of the mortal condition ~ Barry Hardy
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