When We Understand The Cycles, True Healing Can Begin
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” ~ Rumi
This story is a distilled extract from my Book of Mysteries – It was a gloriously crisp and frosty dawn and all seemed to be well. Yet for the wiseman he knew that a shift in planet earths vibration was unfolding and as such he knew that troubling times were ahead. For he could hear in the distance all kinds of madness and mayhem unfolding, angry voices, sirens ringing, hysterical laughter and people calling out in anguish with all manners of sickness. Still and amidst that deep inner knowing he also knew that life must go on too. So as robin sang a little song before he tugged upon a worm and eagle circled above, the wiseman sat in deep contemplation listening and observing as he chewed upon his pumpkin seeds. Whilst simultaneously sipping upon his warming coriander leaf tea. Hours passed by and still the wiseman sat transfixed as if it were that he had left his mortal being perhaps to seek out answers amongst the stars and planets from whence he had came. Soon midday turned to late afternoon and in the blinking of an eye late afternoon became the darkness of night. Indeed a darkness lit only by the mesmerising presence of a magnificently impressive and imperious bright full moon. Still the wiseman sat transfixed amidst the unfolding madness in the distance, deep in consultation with the stars and galaxies of his birth. Until that was with the stomp of a hoof and a familiar neighing he saw that before him stood Unicorn, glowing as she always does. The wiseman looked directly at Unicorn and with great sadness about his tone said; “my lady, thank you for answering my call, I am in need of your wisdom and vision”. Unicorn neighed and asked; “what troubles you so greatly wiseman?”. The wiseman sighed and said; “these energy shifts around the full moons are becoming ever more troublesome my lady and I simply don’t know how I can help, for I do not have sufficient insight”. Unicorn bowed her head to the wiseman as if in recognition of his plight and said; “come with me if you will wiseman, climb upon my back and I will show that which your wounded heart needs to see, for only when you’ve seen what needs to be seen, can your heart really begin to truly heal”. So climb upon her back he did and off into the darkness she steadily walked. During that walk Unicorn spoke only once to the wiseman and that was to tell him to leave all his current understandings behind him, which of course the wiseman immediately agreed to do so. After what seemed like many hours upon her back, Unicorn stopped and said; “now the teaching begins wiseman” and as she did she moved gracefully into a glade which revealed a shimmering dark lake before them. Unicorn then asked the wiseman to dismount before beckoning him to come close to her and as he did so she gently said; “now wiseman seeker of truth place both your hands around my horn, but don’t be in any hurry to tell me what you see”. The wiseman did as she requested and as he did he was shown happy moments from his childhood and many life times too, he saw mothers of all forms bringing new life into the world and children laughing and playing and he saw couples in love holding each other warmly without a care in either of their worlds. And as he did this the wiseman could feel a stirring deep within him and it was as if his heart was shattering into fragments. For in that moment of shifting polarity he was also shown; much anger, many horrors, irreconcilable destructions and hate in many forms. He saw treachery and spite and greed and in many situations too, each unbelievably cruel, much of which with no justification for any of its manifestation. Yet despite the despair that all but consumed him, despite all the sadness that raced through each nuance and cell of his very being and senses. Still the wiseman held his nerve and firmly held onto the Unicorns horn until it was so that all that which had unfolded within and before him, was in that calming moment, fortunately tranquil and no more. At which point Unicorn said; “that’s enough for now wiseman, you can breath again and you can let go” and as he did she said; “I won’t ask you what you saw wiseman for what you saw is simply duality in full flow, for my horn is a scry that enables anyone of good heart to see both the shadow and light that exists in equal measure in our universe”. Pausing before saying; “much like this lunar night, for tonight of all nights, we are greatly blessed indeed, for the veil it has fallen and before us stands the darkness and in all its completeness too”. The wiseman pondered this and said; “forgive me my lady I fail to understand”. Unicorn neighed and said; “walk with me if you will wiseman down to the lake, for soon you be shown that which needs to be known”. Upon reaching the lake which was now immensely foreboding, Unicorn stomped her hoof and a ring of fire circled them both and as the flames arose with great vigour. She turned to the wiseman and asked him to look into the lake and tell her what he saw. The lake was cold and dark and not at all inviting and as he looked upon the lake the wiseman could feel a dampness rising through him and as it did he became aware of the pain of many life times rising within him too. Still he looked from the ring of fire until the waters they had turned into a mirror and in that mirror the wiseman was able to see both the light and dark side of the moon. Yet the more he looked, the colder he became for he could see parasites and demonic entities of all forms rising from the dark side of the moon. More and more they arose and from every angle too and as they did, like moths they were attracted to the energy of the moon’s light beams and as they were they were fast tracked down on to planet earth and in a most orderly and timely fashion. Great heavens proclaimed the wiseman, “am I seeing the end of time before me?”. Unicorn neighed and said; “no wiseman, what you are seeing is the process of duality, for those whom you now see descending are descending to bring about healing”. Pausing before saying; “this cycle of life and death unfolds daily for that is the way of things, for your dead moon is nothing more than an interstellar incubation womb, cold yet waiting, ever waiting for the cycles of suns light that will illuminate and bring to the light that which must descend and find a self-healer on planet earth”. Silence befell their ring of fire as the wiseman pondered this point of reference. Yet before he could enquire further Unicorn stomped her hoof and as she did his lunar lesson ended for the lake began to shimmer again and as it shimmered the timeless coldness began to leave him slowly, yet still he remained transfixed by what he had been shown. Amidst this hiatus the wiseman’s thoughts raced and raced deep within him such was the disturbing nature of the insights he had been given. How could it be that this dark, parasitic stellar invasion was to bring about healing, for in its manifestation all seems to be madness and illness and a disconnect from sanity. Still ponder this he did. Hours passed amidst a silence that reigned supreme until it was that it came to the wiseman that what he’d been shown was the illumination of aspects of ones darkness. That can if not addressed serve only to lower ones vibration and therein; ultimately impoverish ones soul. In essence he came to realise that what he had been shown was the timeless process of illuminating that which is hidden deep within the astral layers and of course our akashic records. Indeed that which needs to be identified, acknowledged, accepted, cleared and truly healed. Pondering this still further he looked upon Unicorn and gently caressed her neck saying; “thank you my lady for showing me such a powerful insight, but how may I understand this in terms of these powerful moons and all the madness that they unleash?”. Unicorn neighed as she did when she is happy and said; “planet earth is in need of great healing wiseman that’s why this recycling process has picked up greater pace” she paused and then said; “your role wiseman is to let it be known that every 28 days this portal will open and that during such times much wisdom is required. For the role of the light-worker is not to fear this cyclical invasion, for the real healing is in self-awareness and introspection and in the learning to fortify ones very being. Because then and only then can anyone and everyone begin to heal all the illuminations of their soul, for our light always shines brighter in our darkness”. And in that moment dawn broke and the wiseman found that he was sitting alone in his chair again, he smiled, popped some pumpkin seeds into his mouth, finished off his cold coriander tea and said; “thank you my lady for teaching me that; which my heart needed to learn”.
“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
”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.
Mortality is an incredible privilege, when we accept the frailties of the mortal condition ~ Soul Mysteries