(3) The Student, Teacher, Remembering

All Awakening Journeys are Labours of Self Love

Orion Bright Star

“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” ~ Rumi

A student sat week after week in the presence of his teacher, thinking; “my word if only I could take her home and make love with her, wow what a body.” Week after week he sat utterly transfixed until that was and to his utter astonishment too. The teacher asked him to sit with her. She then asked him: “so what is it that you seek in your secret and deep inner dialogue?”. The student replied; “I seek to take you home with me and to make love to you.” The teacher then asked; “is that a noble quest or simply a quest driven by your ego? However and before you answer that question let me ask you to ponder this. Let’s say I were to agree to you making love to me I would of course require you to prove your worth first.” The student then replied; “yes, yes I’d agree to that just tell me what I need to do and I will and would agree to do anything you asked of me.” The teacher then looked deep into the student eyes and said only this; “go out into the world and create something that will impress me.” The student in great excitement agreed and in a great hurry set out upon his quest. Some months later the student sort out the teacher and asked her to come look at what he’d created, taking her to a great tower of stones that one could see from miles around. “Asking what do you think teacher is that not impressive what I’ve created and would you agree to lay with me now?” The teacher smiled and said; “indeed your labours have been impressive, however there’s no evidence of any thought gone into what you’ve created, therein; you’ve simply built a pointless symbol with no practical use or application. As such I will not lay with you until I’m impressed with what you’ve created.” The student with head held low and all thoughts of anticipation quashed kicked out at his pile of stones in dismay and began throwing them far and wide in all his anger. And all amidst a searing thought that screamed and screamed deep within his chattering mind that it’s all been a complete waste of time, “give it some thought, just what is she on about, no thought, I never stop thinking, it’s all I do, am I not a truly, truly exceptional thinker?.”

After much throwing of stones the student began to sense that where his stones had fallen he’d inadvertently began building walls. Eureka he thought, I will build the most impressive castle anyone’s ever built and for sure when my teacher gazes upon it she will fall headlong into my arms and bed. Many years did the student labour on his castle and it was a most impressive castle indeed, running water and central heating were all considered in his great scheme. At the point he’d decorated the last room he once again sort out his teacher and asked her to come look at what he’d created, taking her to his great castle that one could see from miles around. “Asking what do you think teacher is that not impressive and would you agree to lay with me now?” The teacher smiled and said; “indeed your labours have been impressive, however there’s no evidence of any soul within your building and as such this is a hollow, dark and barren place. Therein; I will not lay with you until I’m impressed with what you’ve created.” The student with head held low and all thoughts of anticipation quashed yet again kicked out at his castle labours and began pulling his castle down stone by stone, each ripping the skin clean from his hands. Indeed pain that danced through; every vibration of his being and screamed out loudly to be heard.

Many years did the student toil in pulling his castle down until he found himself sitting completely exhausted and all alone on the ground where the castle once stood. Then one day wolf came along and said; “hey you look like you could do with a friend, allow me to live with you and I will be loyal and do my very best to keep us both fed and safe.” By now the student was no longer a vibrant young man and was wise enough to realise that he did crave some form of companionship, so he agreed and the wolf and the man set up home together and their bond became and was most unshakable. Over time lion shared his courage with the student, owl shared his wisdom, Mother Earth shared her abundance, bear shared his power and resilience, eagle shared his vision, heron shared the art of seeing through distortion. Honey bee shared how to express his sexuality, horse showed him how to move swiftly, crow shared with him life’s mysteries and the arts of magic, buffalo shared with him the need to honour his sacred path and snake shared with him how best to evolve and leave the past behind. In fact the student lived in harmony with all things and all beings, and became accomplished and at ease with many things, indeed such was his inner peace that the only constant in his life was the unrelenting grace that is continual unfolding of deep inner change. Such that as the seasons came and went he remained grateful at all times that he was blessed enough to be a witness of and to such impressive and abundant spectacles. So much so that as the years rolled by and he effortlessly merged into his greying years, he completely forgot about his teacher and all his former labours. In fact in the passing years he forgot about many things.

Year upon year the student learned more about himself, more about his animal friends, more elemental knowledge and more earth mother and father sky wisdoms. Then one clear winters night as wolf howled in delight at the bright full moon, the students teacher arose from the flames of the fire before them and walked towards the student with not a stitch of clothing upon her body. Smiling she walked towards the student and said only this; “hello student, it’s been some time since we last met and had a chat, do you like what you see and would you like to lay with me?” The student arose from the earth and walked silently towards his teacher and covering her naked body with a blanket said only this; “good to see you teacher, please come and sit with us.” And sit they did amidst the crackling flames and balancing melody of wolfs ancient song, indeed they sat all through the night and not a word was exchanged. As dawn began to break the teacher turned back towards the student and drawing in deeply and gently breathing out said only this; “isn’t it majestic all the splendour you’ve created?” Before letting slip her blanket and upon rising revealing her true energetic form in that she was the embodiment of a myriad of stars and unfathomable galaxies and in essence the source of exponential potential. She then held out her hands and the student rose to his feet too and as they merged into the; “one that is wholeness”, all time stood still and not a sound could be heard. Save only for a whisper on the wind twinkling, tickling and gently caressing the sun kissed dazzling pearls of crystalline dew that graced the morning reverie. Each vibrating eloquently with angelic acclaim; “it’s time, it’s time beacon of light for you to teach the wisdom you’ve learned, for you have reconnected with the art of your awakening and timeless remembering.”

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“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 student, teacher, remembering 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.

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“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

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”Seek the light, trust the light, be the light and ask the light to always be with you” ~ Barry Hardy

Orion Bright Star

“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

Orion Bright Star

Mortality is an incredible privilege, when we accept the frailties of the mortal condition ~ Barry Hardy

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