To Serve is to Honour The Selflessness of Ones Timeless and Eternal Soul
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” ~ Rumi
This story is a distilled extract from my Book of Mysteries – It was mid morning and the wiseman was busy working upon a number of his potions. When the silence it is was broken by finbar the house keepers young son kicking and hitting a can with a stick and with great ferocity up and down the main monastery yard. The wiseman observed this and a smile came to his face and then he continued to busy himself as closer ever closer the can kicker and can hitter edged closer to the wiseman’s open window. Several times finbar walked by the wiseman’s window and in doing briefly stopped his kicking and hitting to take a sneaky peek through the wiseman’s window before recommencing. Again the wiseman observed this and smiled to himself and as finbar approached the window again the wiseman with his back to the window said; “finbar if you wish to come in, why don’t you just knock on the door instead of making all that most unnecessary racket”. Finbar smiled and rushed to the wiseman’s door and knocked upon it with the power way above his tender years. The wiseman smiled and asked; “who is it?” there was a momentary silence before a little voice replied; “it’s me finbar”. The wiseman smiled again and said; “o its you finbar how may I help?” Another momentary silence before that same little voice replied; “can I come in and speak with you?” The wiseman laughed out loudly and replied; “what are you waiting for little one come right in”. Finbar bust into the room with eyes as bright and as big as the golden sun and blurted out “wiseman, wiseman is it always right to help others, mummy says it is and I failed in that duty for I didn’t help the little beggar boy yesterday?” The wiseman smiled and said; “calm down little one take a breath if you please, sit down here pointing to the great chair so I can see your soul”. Finbar sat as requested and the wiseman poured him a big glass of crystal clear water and made himself another cup of coriander tea as finbar initially fidgeted like boys of seven do before he took an almighty gulp of his crystal clear water. The wiseman then sat before finbar with his eyes firmly fixed upon the little ones face and asked; “so tell me your woes and concerns little one for only then can I offer you wise counsel. Finbar took another gulp of his water and said; “well yesterday mummy told me off for not doing my chores, so I went off in a huff and began sitting on a rock down in the valley with some grapes, some water, a little piece of bread and some cheese”. Another gulp of water before continuing “as I sat there a beggar boy came by and he asked if I had any spare food, but I told him I didn’t even though I knew that I had”. “The beggar boy was frail and thin wiseman but because I was so very angry I didn’t want to help him or share my food with him”. The wiseman with deep compassion upon his face asked finbar; “so little one how did that make you feel?”. Finbar hung his head in great shame and replied; “I didn’t like how I felt wiseman, it didn’t feel like me and because I couldn’t forget the look upon the little beggar boys face I felt the need to tell my mum”. The wiseman smiled as if in knowing and asked; “and what did your mum say?” Finbar raised his head and said; “mummy said that I was wrong not to share my food with the little beggar boy, for if we can help someone which must always try to do so”. The wiseman smiled and said; “you’re mummy is a wise woman and you are blessed to have such a wise mummy”. Finbar in a state of heightened acknowledgement replied; “o she is wiseman but she’s not as wise as you”. The wiseman smiled and said; “wisdom is a journey little one and there are many journeys into and through wisdom, yet no wisdom is better than any other wisdom, for wisdom is wisdom and only the truly wise come to understand that”. Silence befell the two yet as the wiseman sipped his coriander tea he could see that there was still a question needing to be asked by finbar. Holding his cup between both hands he looked deep into finbars eyes and asked; “so little one ask your question”. Finbar smiled with excitement and asked; “how can I be like you wiseman, how can I be wise and willing to help everyone? I bet you’ve never refused to help anyone like I did yesterday wiseman”, as he hung his head low again. The wiseman reached out his right hand placing it under finbars chin and gently raised finbars head and then smiled and said; “when I was a little boy same age as you, one day after I’d been given another beating by my older brother who beat me most every day”. Finbars jaw dropped in horror and said; “why would your brother beat you wiseman, were you bad?” The wiseman laughed out loud and replied; “bad, well I wasn’t better than any other 7 year old but no I wasn’t bad I just had a brother who was to be one of my greatest teachers”. Finbar looked that look that a little one makes when what is said for whatever reason doesn’t make any sense to their naturally high and innocent vibration. The wiseman could see this and allowed finbar the time and the grace to come back to their discussion. Finbar then asked; “how can a brother who beats you be one of your greatest teachers wiseman, mummy says we should always love, not hate and we must talk not use violence”. The wiseman smiled and said; “your mummy is of course right, but how would you, I or anyone understand hate and violence and lack of love if we did not witness and experience it being used upon us?”. Finbar hesitantly smiled and said; “well I understand wiseman, but I’m still sorry that your brother beat you everyday”. The wiseman smiled and replied; “thank you finbar, but that was then, this is the now and all that shaped my life and I’ve healed enough to see my early life as a blessing”. A moment of silence and then finbar enquired; “so what happened on that day you were about to tell me about”. The wiseman smiled and took another sip of his tea and finbar mirrored that action by taking another gulp of his water. Then the wiseman said; “well shortly after my beating my mum sent me out to buy groceries for tea, yet because I was so unhappy about the whole unfairness of it all, I kicked a can and with great anger all the way to the store”. Finbar laughed and said; “just like me wiseman, we must be brothers”. The wiseman took another sip from his coriander tea, smiled and replied; “indeed little one, just like brothers”. There was a moment of silence as a little robin flew onto the wiseman’s windowsill. The wiseman got to his feet and said; “come finbar, robin needs his lunch, we must feed him”. Finbar immediately jumped to his feet and followed the wiseman to his larder. The wiseman then turned to finbar and asked; “how old are you finbar?” Finbar replied; “I’m seven, wiseman, but soon I will be eight”. The wiseman replied; “seven is a good number” and placed two small anchovies and five little pieces of bread on a saucer for robin before asking finbar to place robins lunch upon the windowsill for him. The two watched for what seem like an eternity as robin ate his fill and when he was full, his flapped his wings in joy, sang the wiseman and finbar his thank you song before he quickly flew away. The wiseman then asked finbar to go check how much robin had eaten and as he did this finbar in a state of electrified amazement cried out; “wiseman, wiseman, come see, there is more on the saucer then before robin started eating, how can that be wiseman, how can that be?”. The wiseman smiled ruffled finbars hair and replied; “there is never any shortage for those who love and those who are prepared to give, for that which we give always comes back to us tenfold little one”. Finbar in all his innocence was transfixed by this saucer full to overflowing and asked; “what shall I do with this now wiseman, throw it away?”. The wiseman laughed loudly as he frequently did and replied; “throw it away little one? no place it there on the floor, cat and pedro will enjoy that for their tea”. Finbar did as he was asked and then through a squinty puzzlement on his face asked; “pedro, pedro who is pedro wiseman?”. The wiseman laughed again and said; “o pedro is a little bear who has lived with me since I was your age, he’s very shy, but he’s a very good friend”. Finbar smiled and said; “I’m glad pedro is your friend and I’m your friend too wiseman, mummy says I must do anything to help you because you’ll do anything to help anyone”. Again the wiseman ruffled finbars hair and said; “come sit and I will finish my story”. Finbar smiled and then asked; “so did you meet a beggar boy too wiseman?” The wiseman changed his tone and he replied; “no little one, I did not meet a beggar boy I met a frail little old lady who asked me to go buy groceries for her because she was unwell”. Finbar in great excitement asked so what did you do wiseman, did you buy her groceries?. The wiseman again with a somber tone replied; “no little one I refused to shop for the little old lady and I told an untruth, I told her I had other things to do.” Finbar asked; “were you not wise then wiseman?” The wiseman laughed, before his tone returned to somber again and said; “I suspect I was wise, but at the time I didn’t really know I was wise so I chose to let my own suffering cloud my judgement in that moment”. Finbar oozing growing wisdom and compassion years above his age reached out and held the wiseman’s hand and said; “but we all make some mistakes wiseman, I’m sure someone else bought the groceries for the old lady”. The wiseman kissed finbars hand, raised it and gently placed it over finbars heart saying; “thank you little one, but sadly no one was there or willing to help that little old lady and she died on her way back from the grocery store.” In that moment you could cut the air with a knife before finbar enquired; “how did that make you feel wiseman?” To which the wiseman thoughtfully replied; “I felt great sadness and great self-loathing for choosing not to do the right thing and I knew that I never ever wanted to feel that way again”. Finbar with a look of consternation upon his face asked; “do you think the little beggar boy has died?” To which the wiseman replied; “whether he has or whether hasn’t you cannot change that now, but what you can do is take the wisdom from this lesson for if you do, you will come to know when it’s right to do the right thing”. Finbar jumped to his feet and hugged the wiseman and as tear ran down his face, he said; “thank you wiseman, I’m sorry the old lady died” and the wiseman gently whispered; “shlama alakhoom”, followed by a moment of spelling binding silence. The wiseman then without finbar noticing also wiped the tears from his cheeks and laughed out loud and as he did so. He then said; “hmmmn little one so you’d like to be like me would you, let’s see, let’s see”. The wiseman looked up to the heavens and then down to his feet and said; “I have it, today finbar my little brother, you may choose anything you like from this room”. Finbar replied with great excitement “anything, really anything wiseman?” The wiseman replied; “anything” as finbar jumped to his feet and cast his eyes around the wiseman’s things. He ran his hand over all the wiseman’s; very old and dusty books of magic, his crystals, his potions, his wands and feathers but then he sat back down before the wiseman. “So little one what will you choose, a book, a wand or crystal, make your choice.” Finbar replied; “no none of them wiseman, they are all indeed very nice but none of them”. The wiseman smiled and asked; “so what will it be little one?” Finbar looked at the wiseman and hesitantly replied; “a long white beard like yours”. The wiseman laughed the most amazing and thunderous roar and said “so you shall little one, and so you shall”. He then gently rubbed finbars forehead in the location of his third eye with his thumb, he then cupped finbars face with his strangely young looking hands, before gently sliding them away and saying; “there you are finbar my little brother, a long white beard just like mine”. Finbar raised his hands to his face in great excitement expecting to feel a beard but there was no beard there. With a tone of great disappointment he said; “I don’t have a beard like you wiseman you’ve tricked me”. Again the wiseman laughed an almighty roar and replied; “it is there little one, it’s just that you haven’t grown into it”. Finbar replied in a state of confusion “I don’t understand”. The wiseman smiled and said; “here give me your hand let us look in this full length mirror to see just how fine your long white beard is”. Finbar still lacking understanding of this situation held out his hand and he and the wiseman stood side by side and looked into the mirror. To finbars amazement he looked like the wiseman and the wiseman looked like him, yet when he turned away from the mirror to tell the wiseman what he could see he was transformed back to his original form. Several times he did this looking into the mirror and then away and then as he starred into the mirror for one last time he asked; “what does this mean wiseman?”. The wiseman who looked like finbar replied; “what does this mean, what does this mean? we are brothers little one, one in the same”. In the distance finbars mum could be heard calling out his name and as she got nearer the two walked from the mirror and finbar in a moment of excitement ran out into the yard and threw his arms around his mums waist. All whilst telling her about how she was right and that it is right to help others and that he was going to have a long white beard, “it’s real, it’s really real, I’ve seen it mum, I’m going to be a wiseman too”. And as finbar held his mummy tightly and buried his head into her waist, she ruffled his hair and mouthed in the direction of the wiseman “thank you wiseman”. The wiseman smiled, bowed with eloquence and mouthed in the direction of finbar and his mum “inana rakhma” and as he did this, he gently closed his door. Thereafter all that could be heard was the gloriously unbridled sound of silence dancing amidst the timeless vibration of unconditional love. And the wiseman smiled for he knew great healing had taken place and that Finbar would never be the same. For he was a wiseman in the making and as such the quickening had truly begun and soon, very soon Finbar would step into his power, for that is the mystical unfolding of the great journey of soul, where delusion gives way to everything and love of love becomes the only way.
“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