(♁) Life Teaching – Pure Love is in Letting Go

True Love is the Journey of Letting Go knowing All Will Be Well

Life is a Mystical Prayer

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. This post is dedicated to a truly exceptional soul. Blessing be with you always. For you are so much more than a good soul, you were my light in the darkness, a divine angel in earthly form, farewell, we will love again. Still and to all journeying souls, “Don’t ever be so foolish as to; shun the opportunity for reconciliation with another soul, for if you do you may spend many incarnations, weeping and searching for your deep inner peace.” ~ Soul Mysteries

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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.” ~ Soul Mysteries

“There is no God, but God” ~ Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him

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”Seek the light, trust the light, be the light and ask the light to always be with you” ~ Soul Mysteries

“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. That is the true and sacred journey of soul, where love is always, for love is the eternal call of soul.

Infinity is not a destination, for you are infinite dear soul ~ Soul Mysteries

Mortality is an incredible privilege, when we accept the frailties of the mortal condition ~ Soul Mysteries