Each and Everyday, Allow Love to be The Meaure of Your Soul
“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” ~ Rumi
This story is a distilled extract from my Book of Mysteries – The sun had risen earlier and it was a glorious summers day and nature in all its majesty was in its ever present, ever changing exuberance. Such is the way of natural order. Yet there was a melancholy and a deep longing amidst an irreconcilable loss racing through the energy of the old monastery. For the wiseman he was no more. And as he lay lifeless upon his bed, Finbar his ever present student of mystical studies sat as he’d been sitting for days. Motionless, speechless with only the tears of his love to bare testament of the loss that had been visited upon his soul. Gone were the roars of laughter, the smells of potions and the boiling of herbs. In there place, a silence that shattered his ear drums into a myriad of heartbreaking fragments. Yes he knew this day was coming for the wiseman had prepared him well. Still the great raw and searing schism that had ripped through his current reality in recent days thumped upon his chest, his heart and all of his knowing with an energy much greater than any shamanic drum. Indeed he was in a state of bewildered transfixation and unfathomable loss, loss beyond loss.Transfixation and deep inner loss that was punctuated only by a gentle tap on the door. Thereafter Finbars mum the old housekeeper came in and as she removed her shoes he could see her tears mimic his own as they fell effortlessly and willingly upon the cold stone floor. With no drama or hysteria she composed herself and gracefully walked towards the bed upon which the wiseman lay. In reverence she bowed to the wiseman such was her ways and gently whispered shlama alakhoom. Then turning to Finbar she bowed and said namaste my son. Finbar rose to his feet and silently walked towards his mum, whereupon he placed his arms around her shoulders and gently drew her into his powerfully broad chest. “We have been so blessed my son to have known this man and to have shared so much joy and so much love with this incredibly decent and generous soul”. Finbar smiled his trademark make believe smile when struggling with any given situation and through his broken throat replied; “indeed we have mum and better are we for that”. Ear bursting silence once again entered this space as Finbar and his mum embraced in a way that only the love of love truly knows. Yet in that moment of earth shattering silence Robin came to the studio window iridescent in all his rapture so happy, so joyous in his eagerness to introduce his young family and the noise and the excitement of the little ones brought a smile to Finbar and his mums face. Finbar looked at his mum and said; “I suspect he’s asked Robin to come and break up the gloom”. His mum gazed upon her gracious son through tearful eyes that sparkled like diamonds in the morning sun and as she did so she squeezed his waist warmly and replied; “yes I suspect you are right my precious son. For he’s sent Robin to tell us that this is no time for sadness and to proclaim that this is a time for a loving celebration, indeed a celebration of all that he was and all that he shared and we as his students must honour such life changing grace”. Finbar nodded his approval of such sentiments although he could not speak one single word in retort for the tears, the drumming of his heart and the fire that ravaged deep within him. Had sealed his lips bone dry. Still and in that place of inner tusunami he was reminded by his inner voice of many of the wiseman’s ways and of many of the wiseman’s teachings. So he knew well that this was no ending but the start of a new beginning. As such he acknowledged the loss that roared deep within him for all that it was and all that it wasn’t. For he also knew that only in acknowledgement of that loss could he reconcile, transmute and ultimately transform all of that deep inner pain into unconditional love and soul healing. And such was the vitality and shift in frequency brought about by Robins arrival that as Finbar and his mum withdrew from the wiseman’s studio in great knowing, grace and appreciation. Finbar knew that the words and wisdoms of his teacher the wiseman would always be with him. What’s more he also instinctively knew that seasons come and go as do all souls too, for there is a reason and season for all things. Indeed a time to live, a time to die and a time to be reborn again. Such were the teachings of his great mentor, friend and illuminator. Therein and amidst Finbars gloom, the days of that time passed by with an innate greying that always heralds in the birth of great healing, learning and transition. And as the seasons changed as seasons do. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years and things would never be the same again for Finbar in the old monastery and university of mystical being that was his childhood home. For when all things change we change with them. So in that state and place of change out into the world Finbar was pulled. Out into the world of chaos, of suffering, of hate for the sake of hate. All part of his own initiations and needs for deep and universally orchestrated soul healing. Until there came a time and a calling after many journeys, much seeking, much healing and many lessons that he must return. Indeed return home to the grace of his childhood and his soul rejoiced and once again reconnected with the very essence of the timeless joys and discussions with the one who had so shaped his ways. For isn’t it so that the art of living and dying well is always forged upon the anvils of introspection, service, unconditional love and wisdom? Indeed the theatre of action where the awakened and the awakening truly align with the immensity of all divinity. For they have the grace and the courage to dance with all aspects of their shadows. And in doing so, they; come to rise above the veils of their fall through the seven rings of separation. So to all who stumble upon this illumination pray that you meet the wiseone deep within you dear reader and above all things seek and you will find. For the timeless nature of all souls is such that as one sows, so shall one reap. Therein better for all souls that love is the currency of all their eternal states of being. For love is the key to the freedom of self-mastery and self-mastery is the doorway into greater understanding and greater understanding aligns with; “do what thou wilt is the whole of the law, love is the law, love under will, Thelema.” For love and wisdom are the bedrocks of divine providence which all souls already know. And awaken dear soul is the eternal call asking all souls to align with, evolve through and ultimately prepare to return home. So roar with laughter as the wiseman did, expand your wisdom through meaningful experiences, build friendships that transcend space and time, serve and know that your service always makes a difference. For that is the way, the only way to truly be at one with; the divine providence, memento mori and agape that is enshrined within psalm 23. For all our mortal journeys are simply opportunities to grow as souls and as the great Rumi said; “You have no need to travel anywhere, journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light, believe in love’s infinite journey, for it is your own, for you are love and love is life” explored in the; law of light by Lars Muhl and the great works e.g. Bible, Quran, Vedic Texts, Sanskrit et al., for truth eclipses all forms of belief. Why? because; “In times of transition trust in gods love and the praxis of prayer, for it is indeed sobering to know that nothing we can possibly experience is new to our soul. For we’ve been working through the seven rings of our fall for many thousands of years. Still; this seventh century prayer written by the Venerable Bede helps with the big questions that we may face. For we are not alone and all we have to do is ask. “O God that art the only hope of the world, The only refuge for unhappy men, Abiding in the faithfulness of heaven. Give me strong succor in this testing place. O King, project thy man from utter ruin, Lest the weak faith surrender to the tyranny, Facing innumerable blow alone. Remember I am dust, and wind, and shadow, And life as fleeting as the flower of grass. But may the enteral mercy which hath shone, From time of old, Rescue they servant from the jaws of the lion. Thou who didst come from on high in the cloak of flesh, Strike down the dragon with that two-edged sword, Whereby our mortal flesh can war with the winds And beat down strongholds, with our Captain God.” ~ Venerable Bede. For; “I realised at the point that I truly understood, that there are no near death experiences, only mystical experiences reminding lucky ones of who they truly are.” ~ Soul Mysteries
“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