(4) The Wise Man, Young Man, Alchemy

Only By Walking Through Darkness, Do We Find Our Inner Light

Orion Bright Star

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

A wiseman sat as he did each morning, drinking his rosemary tea, pondering many aspects of his own mystical healing journey. Yet as he did crow flew down greeting the wiseman with his most raucous of wake up and alarm calls. “Thank you crow” the wiseman said for he knew that crow was informing him that someone was approaching. In good time a young man appeared and upon his back he carried a great boulder. With sweat pouring from his forehead and knees and back almost bent double the young man approached the wiseman and said through gritted teeth I’ve been told to seek you out wiseman for you are my salvation. The wiseman laughed out loud and said; “me your salvation, no, you are mistaken”. At which point the young man crumbled to his knees before the wiseman and cried out in anguish; “no, noooooo, I simply can’t carry this boulder anymore, he told me that you would help me and that you’d be my salvation”. The wiseman looked with pity upon the young man and asked; “who told you this?” The young man looked up and said; “the old man bent double in the market place, he told me to seek you out for you are my salvation”. Upon hearing this the wiseman summoned crow to his right arm and white dove to his left. He then smiled and stood up and walked perhaps 50 yards away from the young man into the shade before sitting down again. Many hours may have passed in that moment and not a word between the two was spoken as the wiseman simply sat with crow and dove, observing intensely, that which was unfolding. Whilst the young man before him cried like never before. And in that vacuum of great knowing the wiseman was gently reminded as he sipped upon his rosemary tea of his own great healing journeys. As such he knew that only when the student was ready, could the teaching begin. For it is so and must be understood that the timing of timelessness is the quality of mysticism, whereas all magic is in the quantity. So it was, so it is and so it will always; be. Around the stroke of noon as the hot sun burnt down, the young man staggered to his feet and slowly made his way towards the wiseman. As he approached the wiseman again through gritted teeth he said; “he told me you were a wiseman and that you would help me but you’re just a silly old fool who drinks to much tea and lives with screeching crows”. The wiseman held his sides with laughter and said; “me a fool?, I wonder now I just wonder. I sit in the shade and take on heavens fluids whilst you lay in the burning sun crying like a baby and all because I’ve chosen to embrace peace and you insist upon carrying that boulder upon your back. Ponder this young prince, who is the fool?” The young man huffed and puffed with almost stratospheric levels of rage and anguish before he crumpled to his knees before the wiseman and sighed; “please help me wiseman I’m at my wits end”. Again the wiseman laughed out loud and said; “I am helping you little prince it’s just that your heart and eyes haven’t opened yet, here drink some of my rosemary tea”. Handing the young man his own cup. As the young man took his first mouth full he immediately spat it back out and said; “that’s disgusting it tastes like a cesspit”. Again the wiseman laughed out loud and said; “no little prince you have just taken your first drink of nectar, but alas your current vibration and state of knowing is not able to receive such manna”. The young man with a great look of consternation said; “I don’t understand” to which the wiseman quickly replied; “o but you will in good time, here give me your hand and let us walk”. Very soon the wiseman had brought them to a cliff top which over looked the young mans town and upon seating asked the young man to; “look down upon your people and tell me what you see”. Many hours passed by and the young man looked and looked and looked and looked some more and as night was falling the wiseman asked; “so tell me young prince what do you see?”. The young man replied with great sadness and a deeply heavy heart “I see struggle and I see pain and I see lots of suffering”. The wiseman smiled and said; “good, a most generous and noble observation but how does that make you feel?” The young man replied; “sad, very sad and would that I could take it all away, I would for the pain is most insufferable”. The wiseman laughed out loud which startled the young man as he said; “well you’ve done your very best so far and a great job too young prince, for it is there all the sadness, all the pain and all the sufferings of others heavy upon your back”. Yet before the young man could retort the wiseman said; “come if you will it is time to rest, for you have much work to do in the coming years, but only you’ll know if you’re truly up for that most gracious of journeys”. The wiseman then lead the young man into a cave lit only by fireflies, yet it was warm and moist in a most unusual sort of way and the earth beneath his feet was sweet and inviting. Whilst the walls of the cave some how seemed to swirl to the rhythm of the breath of life, indeed that of the past, that of the now and that which could come to be. Once inside the wiseman said; “be well young prince, rest if you will, but also be very mindful to accept and allow too, for you have many journeys before you”. The young man nodded his head in agreement albeit he wasn’t really sure what the wiseman was talking about. The darkness of night approached quickly after that and once the wiseman had retreated the young man settled down to rest his weary bones. Soon very soon the young man fell into a very deep sleep and as he did, the monsters and demons that lived deep within his being came out and tried their level best to torment him. Still the young man slept and as he did he was shown many occasions where others with their problems had sort him out and that all to soon it became clear that he had acquired their problem and that they were set free, yet he was heavily burdened. He was shown how year upon year that which had once been a grain of sand upon his back had turned into a pebble, then a stone, then a rock, then a boulder until it was that he was buried under a great mountain. During this sleep the wiseman came unto the young man and asked him if this was a noble way to evolve his soul? The young mans inner voice spoke and replied; “it is not, so what must I do?” To which the wiseman replied; “lay down your burdens and all the fatuous burdens of others, for as you do, you will come to know just how bright the light is that emanates deep within and from your soul”. “How do I do that asked the young mans inner voice?”. The wiseman replied; “you must stay in this cave and come to know all your inner demons, all your inner fears, angers, hates and despairs for you chose to carry heavy karmic burdens, much of which wasn’t yours, so now you must let go of all that, painful grain by painful grain”. “How will I know when it is time for me to leave the cave wiseman asked the inner voice of the young man” and the wiseman smiled and said; “only by walking through darkness will you find the answer to that, so trust in your inner light”. Morning broke and the young man found that he was alone save for crow, dove and bee who had brought him some honey. Year upon year the young man wrestled with many things as he walked through the darkness all alone. Until it came to pass that he was called outside by the raucous calls of crow. Whereupon and before him stood the wiseman and smiling the wiseman said; “good to see that you’ve lightened your load my prince and that you are now of strong heart too”. The young man laughed and reaching behind himself to feel his back said; “you are indeed right wiseman, come lets sit and share some rosemary tea”. Sit they did when once more crow announced that some one was approaching and as he did a man from the town below ran up to the young man and said; “come, come, you must come your mother needs your help, your father needs your help as does your brother, your sister, your cousins and friends too, they all need your help for they all have many troubles and they have come to know you as the solver of problems”. Silence befell the scene and space as the young man pondered this request. Then the young man holding his tea cup between both hands smiled and said; “tell them I send them all my love and that is the greatest gift I have to offer”. The man said; “but how will that help them with their troubles?”. The young man smiled again and said; “their karma is their karma and as such all I can do is send them my love, for in truth I’m not here to carry anyone else’s karma, for to do so, would be a most foolish thing to do”. The man in a fit of rage said; “you’re insane that cave has made you insane, it has made you cruel and heartless too” again the young man smiled and said; “be as you wish, speak as you speak, but know that I’ve given you a most powerful and gracious gift, so please deliver my message and with great haste too” gently shooing the towns man away. Whilst all the while and during the course of that paradoxically terse and genteel exchange between the man from the town and the young man. The wiseman sat impassive albeit with a hidden smile upon his face until the young man turned to the wiseman and asked; “whats so amusing and another thing just who was that bent over old man in the market place who sort me out and who sent me up here to seek you out, to ask you to help me in the first place? For I’d never seen him before and he wasn’t from my town”. The wiseman laughed out loud and said; “what’s so amusing? what’s so amusing? life and its frequent absurdities my prince, they are ever so amusing, wouldn’t you agree?”. Whilst all the while roaring with laughter. The young man scratched his head and said; “well if you say so” and burst into raucous rib shattering laughter too and through his heart cleansing tears of laughter, he again asked; “but who was the bent over old man who told me to seek you out?” More earth shattering laughter from the wiseman as he replied; “my young prince don’t you see, it was you, you sent you to me, for you are me and I am you and he was we, for we are one”. And in that magical moment of transformative cosmic revelation the wiseman simply disappeared into the ether and the young man with great humility took on the form and all the attributes of the wiseman and all was light.

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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 wise man, young man, alchemy 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

A big thank you for visiting this blog and also for liking its posts and pages. Namaste

(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

A big thank you for visiting this blog and also for liking its posts and pages. Namaste

(2) The Wise Man, Leaves and Stardust

The Process of Divine Healing, is a Timeless Journey

Orion Bright Star

“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.

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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 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.

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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

A big thank you for visiting this blog and also for liking its posts and pages. Namaste

(1) The Wise Man and Orion Bright Star

One of the Hardest Journeys, is the Journey of Letting Go

Orion Bright Star

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

A wiseman sat as he often did, amidst the morning dew and bright sunshine. Sipping upon his cayenne tea when he became starkly aware of a stench on the horizon. In time a gentle little old lady with a kindly face presented herself and trudged her weary way nearer to the wiseman. Whereupon he could see that she was heavily burdened by a psychotic incubus that was attached to her by a short chain locked into her navel. The incubus oblivious to the little old lady’s needs and fatigue, continued to feed from her breasts incessantly in between gnawing upon heart and without mercy too. The wiseman smiled at the little old lady and she smiled back and said; “hello, how are you?” The wiseman nodded his head and said; “yes it’s a glorious day, all seems to be well”. The little old lady then lowered her eyes and gently said; “indeed it is” with great sadness in her tone and then in turning away said; “well enjoy your reverie, I must be on my way because I’m sure you don’t want the incessant noise from my incubus spoiling your day”. Whilst the incubus growled with anger, tugging with all its might to distract the old lady and heavens the noise and the stench was truly ghastly. The wiseman smiled and replied; “sit if you will and tell me your woes and explain to me if you will just why you’ve agreed to walk with that sociopathic incubus”. The little old lady beamed back a big, big smile and said; “thank you I will, but for sure all to soon the stench of my incubus will become to much for you and you will leave or I will feel the need to move on”. Nevertheless sit she did and the wiseman poured her a cup of his cayenne tea and she smiled and they just sat and not a word was exchanged as the incubus did what it always did and the stench from it became ever more intolerable. After a while the little old lady sighed and said; “gosh this is so lovely to sit with someone who can block out my incubus”. The wiseman smiled and said; “block out, block out, no you’re wrong it’s impossible to block out your psychotic incubus, but you know that don’t you?”. The little old lady lowered her eyes again and with a great sense of loss replied; “I do, I really do, for many has been the time that I’ve loved and felt loved too. But all to soon, they all tire of the stench, the deceptions and incessant greed and needs of my incubus. Indeed I myself have come to know that my incubus actually goes out of his way to wreck my life”. The wiseman took a sip from his tea and asked; “why don’t you unlock the chain from your navel and set the incubus free?, look the lock on the chain is simply held in place by a hair from your head. Snap the hair, open the lock and allow yourself the grace that your soul clearly craves”. The little old lady with eyes still lowered replied; “well he’s my incubus and if I don’t look after him who would? for there would be no one there for him, I’m all he has and he would be lost without me, for it is my duty to serve him”. The wiseman laughed out loud and said; “your incubus, that incubus isn’t your incubus in fact he isn’t anyone’s incubus. For that incubus is demonic and parasitic and as such that incubus will survive whether you pander to his greeds or not”. The wiseman then cupped his hands and poured some water into them and said; “look if you will, look with clarity into the heart and soul of your incubus”. And as if like magic the wisemans hands turned into a mystical viewing scry. As the waters cleared the little old lady was shown just how dark the heart and soul of her incubus truly was. And as the truth began to be revealed to the little old lady, the wiseman said; “look there and there and there and there. See how your incubus has delighted in destroying your hopes, your loves and all sense of peace with his psychotic ways. Sister I say this to you today, you have a choice and that choice is to let go or be destroyed, for your incubus will feed upon you until there is nothing left of you to feed upon. At which point he will move on and never give you a second thought, such is the way of dark souls, because they don’t care”. The little old lady lifted her gaze and stared deep into the eyes of the wiseman and he smiled back at her and as he did she took both her hands and wrestled with the chain locked to her navel. Snap went the lock and the incubus flew off growling into the distance and as he did the air cleared like magic and the little old lady sighed deeply once more. Albeit; this time with joy and a deep sense of relief and gently said; “heavens I feel so light, I feel so clean and I feel so white and so bright, its as if I’ve been asleep and in a very bad dream too”. The wiseman fixed the old lady with a loving and gentle stare and said; “sister many of us fall into the trap of the toxic incubus illusion, but you have awakened, unlike the many whom you have walked with and the many whom you will meet”. He paused and placed both hands over his heart and asked the little old lady “can you feel it, can you sense it and above all things are you truly ready to embrace it? for if you can and if you are. Well rejoice sister, breath in and breath out for you’re now ready to take flight, for you have mastered a great, a very challenging and an immensely deep karmic lesson”. The little old lady beamed back an amazingly vibrant big broad smile, held her tea cup warmly between her two hands and after taking one more sip said; “thank you wise man is this place your home?”. The wisemans tone changed, just ever so slightly, into; an almost angelic tone as he replied: “me live here on this little bit of waste land?” then laughing he said; “no, I live in a palace sister and that palace is deep in your heart”. The little old lady was taken aback by that, but sensed that it was true too. The wiseman then smiled and taking one more sip from his tea simply disappeared into the ether, as he did a butterfly landed upon the heart of the little old lady. She smiled and said; “hello mr butterfly”. The butterfly clearly at home upon the old lady’s heart fluttered its wings in the bright sunshine, gaining greater strength and only when the time was right did it fly off but not before circling the little old lady thrice. Whilst in the distance a little robin sang its timely and vibrant song and as it did the little old lady felt for the first time in many years that she was renewed. Because she knew that for the first time in what seemed like eons, her toxic incubus could no longer impoverish her soul. And in that space of reverie and much greater personal understanding, the little old lady offered thanks to the wiseman for all his profoundly life changing wisdom. When suddenly a friendly little tabby kitten meowed and jumped with glee right into her lap and as it did there was an tinkling sound and she noticed that it was wearing a name tag. A name tag simply bearing the name Orion. The little old lady smiling and holding Orion warmly, twitched her nose and said; “hello my little bright star, have you come in to my life, to help light my way?”. As all the while Orion the kitten purred and nuzzled the little old lady’s heart. Because he knew who the little old lady truly was, as did he know who he was and his role in her journey. For when the little old lady no longer needed the grace and love of Orion Bright Star lighting her way. It is written so that Orion Bright Star will return back to the lion constellation and the gracious little lady, will return back to her own planet too. And amidst that timeless wisdom and knowing not a sound could be heard, for all the healing had been realised, because pure love heals all souls. Heralding in the birth of even more love, even more light and even more truth, for that is the way and the only way.

Namaste 🙏

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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 wise man and Orion Bright Star 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

A big thank you for visiting this blog and also for liking its posts and pages. Namaste