Only When The Student is Ready Can The Teaching Begin
A wiseman sat as he frequently did sipping his rose branch tea, whilst all the while observing the endless unfoldings of the cosmos deep within him. Hour after hour the wiseman was known to sit in this undertaking and not a word did he speak to anyone. In fact it had been known for the wiseman to sit for several days in this state before returning to continue his work as guide and teacher. Indeed such was the reverence in which the wiseman was held that many students from far and wide sort him out. For all manner of matters relating to their own spiritual guidance and inner healing. Yet whilst many sort the wiseman out, few ever stayed the course of the journey. For the journey into much greater understanding is a most difficult undertaking. Nevertheless one student appeared to be up for that journey and each day he would pay his respects and listen and observe the wiseman and his teachings. Day after day, year after year the student remained dutiful to observing and listening to the wiseman. Until one day after many days of waiting for the wiseman to return from his cosmic wandering he nervously approached the wiseman and asked; “wiseman please allow me to accompany you on your next journey”. The wiseman looked upon the student and said; “and so you shall, come walk with me tomorrow”. The student in that moment of unimaginable exuberance bowed to the wiseman and retreated back to his station. For the prospect of accompanying the wiseman into his inner cosmos was something he had never dared to believe could happen. That night the students thoughts raced with eager anticipation of what he might see and experience and of where he and the wiseman may travel to. Morning came and the student found he had overslept, indeed the first time that he’d ever overslept since committing to his studies. In a state of panic he ran out into the yard to see the wiseman walking out through the gate. He ran up to the wiseman and said; “wiseman forgive I’m late, does this mean that I can no longer accompany you on your cosmic journey?”. The wiseman laughed and said; “late, late, it seems to me that you’re right on time, come I’m happy to share this journey with you today”. The student stood in puzzlement for a moment as the wiseman set off into town. Running after the wiseman the student again said; “forgive me wiseman, I don’t understand I thought we were going on a cosmic journey but you’re walking into town”. The wiseman laughed again and said; “indeed we are going on a cosmic journey, so keep your mind still, your heart open and observe like you’ve never observed before”. Silence befell the two as they made their way into town, yet as they approached the outskirts of the town an injured and dying old dog lay on the road side panting it’s final breaths of despair. The wiseman turned to the student and said; “tell me what you see student?” The student looked at the dog and replied; “nothing just a disgusting old dog that someone should put out of its misery”. The wiseman replied; “is that all that you see and are you the man to do that, if so how would you do that?” the student replied; “yes an old dog, lots of flies and I am, I could hit it on the head with that big stone over there”. The wiseman walked over to the dog and as he knelt before the dog and moved his hand over its broken back the dog yelped and bit the wiseman’s hand, drawing blood too. The wiseman did not flinch in that moment, he smiled, a tear rolled down his face and he said; “I know, I know and I feel your pain too, be at peace my brother” and made a sign above the old dogs head. He then got to his feet as the old dog slowly laid its head to the ground and the panting, its remorseless panting became less and ever less until it was no more. The wiseman then wrapping his bleeding hand with the bandanna from his neck looked upon the student and asked; “so student what did you see?” The student replied; “I saw that dirty old dog bite you, I should have used that big stone as I suggested, for if I had you wouldn’t have that wound upon your hand now”. The wiseman in exasperation created an unimaginable thaumaturgic silence in that moment, indeed a moment and a silence that could have been as long as time itself as the student on his part felt ill at ease until the silence was broken by the wiseman stating; “come we have bread to buy” and pointed towards the town. As they walked towards the gates of the town a large man baring arms approached the wiseman and spat in the wiseman’s face asking; “what brings you here?” The wiseman stood there motionless with an impassive look upon his face and replied; “well that’s a matter of opinions” whilst the student stood there petrified for he knew just how ruthless the gatekeeper was. Before the gatekeeper could speak again the wiseman took his bandanna off his hand and wiped his face in doing so revealing that his dog bite wound had completely healed. He then gave the bandanna to the gatekeeper and said; “keep this for one day it will save your life”. The gatekeeper grabbed the bandanna from the wiseman’s hand and threw it onto the ground pushing the wiseman and student through the gate. Once through the gate the wiseman asked the student “so student what did you see?” The student replied; “in truth, I saw nothing wiseman, for I closed me eyes in fear he would kill us both”. Again the wiseman created an unimaginable thaumaturgic silence amidst the vibrancy of the market throng, indeed a silence that could have been as long as time itself as the student on his part felt ill at ease until the silence was broken by the wiseman stating; “come student let us buy bread”. As they mingled amongst the many eager shoppers and traders, there was a commotion and it came to be known that the gatekeeper had been fatally wounded. A woman with greying locks and the scars of many battles then sort out the wiseman asking him to; “please come save my husband the gatekeeper”. The wiseman looked upon the woman and replied; “beside you’re husband lays a bandanna, place it upon his wound and your husband will live” and then the wiseman sort out the bread seller whilst telling the student to accompany the woman. Many hours passed by and the wiseman was heading back out of the market when the student ran up to the wiseman and proclaimed; “wiseman the gatekeeper died, for he refused to allow the woman to place the bandanna upon him”. The wiseman smiled and said; “come student we must be on our way”. As they approached the gates the wife of the gatekeeper was sitting on the floor weeping over her man. The wiseman asked the woman; “woman why do you weep?” she replied; “for my husband he is dead, he did not believe that the bandanna would help and so wouldn’t let me place it upon him”. The wiseman laughed out loud and said; “yes but that was then, this is now, he cannot stop you in this now, so place the bandanna upon his wound if you will”. The woman stopped crying and with a degree of hesitation slowly placed the bandanna over her husbands death wound. The gatekeeper coughed and began to come back to life and in that moment the gatekeepers wife immediately removed the bandanna and he returned back into his death sleep. The student cried out; “woman what are you doing, he was coming back to life and now he is dead again?” The woman looked at the wiseman and then said to the student “ask him, ask the wiseman he knows why I’ve chosen to do what I’ve chosen to do”. She then placed the bandanna over her face symbolic of the veil she had once worn and as it fell to the ground the cuts and the scars upon her battered body faded and became no more. The student looked on in amazement, yet as he did he soon realised that the wiseman was heading back to the monastery, some hundred yards or more in the distance. The student running after the wiseman eventually caught him up and said; “wiseman, wiseman why have you left your bandanna down there?, we could go out into the world and become most famous for healing people”. The wiseman looked upon the student and enquired; “so student how has your journey into the cosmos been today?” The student replied; “cosmos, cosmos what cosmos? we’ve only been to the market” the wiseman smiled for he knew that despite all the students perceived diligence and for all his perceived observations. He was not yet a seeker, for his heart and third eye were not open as such the student wasn’t truly ready for his teachings and learnings or indeed for his healings to begin. For the state of readiness only arises at that magical point where a soul is truly ready, that is: self-alchemy.
“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.
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