The Law of Light, Loves All Souls, Unconditionally
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” ~ Rumi
The wiseman was busy in his work deep in his cave of knowing when crow announced that someone was approaching. In time the wiseman lifted his gaze to see that the curse caster was in the mouth of his cave. A vile woman, indeed a hag with a dark, wicked and caustic tongue. “Hey wiseman I have a problem and I need your help” she exclaimed through gritted teeth and the most transparent of fake smiles for she was consumed with her own self loathing and hated the wiseman greatly. But the wiseman knew that already for she was not unknown to him. As such; he knew well that because of her perpetual hating of him and many, many innocent others, that she was unable to rise above her own self-limiting demonic delusions. Which in truth did not trouble the wiseman. For his journey had taught him which he humbly accepted. That each soul creates for themselves a multitude of great woes and heavy karma, if that’s how they choose to live out their mortalities. He also knew that the hag was an expert in such undertakings, for hate and fear where her life’s chosen ways. Nevertheless and moving from the back of his cave the wiseman smiled and asked; “how may I be of service hag?” and the hag immediately replied; “I really don’t like you and have no respect for you, but I would that you could tell me how to solve my problem”. The wiseman smiled in great knowing for this was truly deep soul healing. For this was not a new request from the hag, for she had been many times before. Each time the wiseman had listened to that which she’d had to say. Each time he’d considered her plight and from many angles before coming to his wise considerations. Each time she had dismissed those considerations and stormed off in a curse casting huff proclaiming; “I hear what you say, but I must do it my way”. And as hilarious as it may sound each time she did it her way the problems they got worse and in their worsening she would fume and spew from her toxic tongue a range of nonsensical character assignations about how the wiseman had mislead her. However today was not like the days of yore, nor was this the day of the groundhog emergence. For today was a great day indeed and a wonderful day for healing and so the wiseman smiled and with great warmth requested that the hag speak of all her problems and so she did. Upon completion of her lengthy story where she scattered curse magic with carefree abandonment the hag looked at the wiseman and asked; “well?” to which the wiseman smiled and replied; “well, what?” This response from the wiseman created an unfathomable anger within the hag and she screamed in all her anger; “well what? well what? tell me what I should do”. The wiseman smiled, whilst gracefully moving towards his old wood burning stove and once there poured himself a cup of his warming rosemary tea. In an uncontrollable rage the hag shouted at the top of her voice “tell me what I should do, tell me, tell me what I should do”. Turning to face the hag the wiseman smiled took a sip of his rosemary tea and then replied; “you must do it your way”. “Do it my way? do it my way?, call yourself a wiseman? I will never forgive you for how you’ve belittled and insulted me” and she went into a tirade of toxicity and hatred. But the wiseman knew that would happen anyway for he knew that the “I will never forgive you” and all her anger, hatred and poison was her self-limiting demonic trademark signature. So as she spewed out her poison like tacks and bullets each one purposely designed to pierce deep into the wiseman’s being. He stood there silent with his shield of light and peace held out before him. Such that as the tacks and bullets sort to cause him great harm they could not penetrate his shield of light and peace, and as they hit they fell to the floor and were instantly transmuted into gloriously dazzling and shimmering clear crystals of many differing shapes and sizes too. Now in truth this demonic tirade from the hag continued for some hours until it was that she was a spent force. At which point the wiseman lay his shield of light and peace upon his own alter of thanksgiving and walking towards the mountain of crystals before him he blew upon their shimmering mass in a most gentle fashion. Whereupon a great unicorn arose from those crystals and as she did the great lady neighed at the hag and bowed to the wiseman and as she did the wiseman instinctively bowed to her and said; “thank you my lady” and as he did so she leapt from the cave and was no more and a deeply warming vibration was visited upon the cave and it was unconditional love. Still the hag in all her delusions and illusions uttered curse upon curse yet they could no longer leave her own tongue and as those curses amassed deep within her being she began to die before the wiseman and the wiseman smiled for he knew that today he would finally release himself and her from all their mutual torments. Therein and stooping to the floor where the unicorn had once stood the wiseman saw and picked up the one and only crystal that remained. He held it up to the light and could see that it was a perfectly formed crystallised teardrop and he smiled again and as he smiled he placed that teardrop deep within the heart of the dying old hag before him. And as he did so she smiled back through her death mask, yet this time there was no feigning of warmth and sincerity, this time there was a meeting of hearts and the darkness it left, for the light it flooded in. Time seemed to stand still in that moment as the wiseman made many signs above the old hags head and then as quick as a flash he said; “be on thy way” and the hag who was now transformed sprung to her feet and marched out of the wiseman’s cave proclaiming from her old illusions and delusions that the wiseman was a asshole and fraud. The wiseman smiled for he knew not in this life could her transformative healing take place, indeed he knew that perhaps not for many life times could that healing take place. Such was the scale of the karma she had willingly self-knitted. Nevertheless smile he did, for he knew well that the debts of old had been repaid and that great healing had taken place and that for he and she, a great karmic journey was over. Still on that day, such were the old hags delusions that she was still ranting on her way home, yet as she turned around to point in the direction of the wiseman’s cave she became transfixed and for the first time in many life times completely speechless too. For she saw the stark reality that the wiseman and his mystical cave were no more and that vision instantaneously created a deep hole, a deep yearning and a deep loss within her. All of which troubled her greatly for she had no knowing of universal laws that once a journey is over there can be no going back. For all healing is in the loving, in the letting go and above all things the moving on and evolving. Indeed that place of true compliance with the workings of timeless motion all part of the teachings of the one, the almighty, the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. Because the law of light, the law of love and the law of correspondence love all souls and unconditionally, so it was, so it is and so it will always be. For all the knowing is in the inclination, for inclination is a souls eternal divinity which presents at the beginning of each and every incarnation.
“All Creation is governed strictly by the all-pervasive law of karma. No aspect of creation is outside of this law. It is a perfect, irrevocable law, for it is one of the laws, which are God.” ~ Dr. George King
“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 crone and loves karmic healing 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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