They say the level of your Opponent is a hint as it stands as testament to your true skill and potential. In that case many Souls must really be quite special as they’ve dealt with massive amounts of oppression since stepping in. The forces at the helm are something I’ve been considering at depth as I do not profess to have a full sketch ergo, out loud, I’m wondering:
If they are as good as they claim then why is the world a mess? I really have a lot of trouble with this because when you add in there is evidently a force which sends prophets and another, closer at hand, that kills them, dead, it seems to be an angels with dirty faces thing. What do you think? I’m reminded of this tale which may just flip your lid:
Moses was kicking it. He wasn’t yet the man, myth or legend we’d know well nor was he just another pleb. He met a man named Khidir. Now, this name you may not know well but he was apparently something special who was on a divine mission that mere mortals wouldn’t comprehend. Moses said to him:
“Say, you’ve got something of a rep and I’m quite inquisitive about spiritual things. Do you mind if we kick it, for a bit?”. Khidir was super chill and agreed this be interesting so off they went. He did have, however, one request:
“Whatever I do you can ask no questions. Instead query your Self and see what answers manifest“. Moses nodded his head and thus on an adventure did they set. Khidir was a dude from the old school called “crazy wisdom” and this you’ll see well as they do progress across this realm. They came to a river, immense. An old man sat with his boat so K asked him:
“Say there, fella, mind if we borrow this ship to get across to the next? Once there we’ll tie it safely and I surely would appreciate this good deed”. The man smiled and accepted what he said as the bloke seemed more than genuine. The two clamber in and make the trip then, at the other end, Khidir looks dead at him and drilled a hole through the vessel! The old man surely wept and regretted the faith placed in him. K, true to his word, tied the boat where he said as the other watched it, sinking. Moses was aghast but kept his lip, zipped. On went the trip until they landed in a village. No matter where they went they could not find a decent gent that would provide them with a drink. Parched and at their wits end they were further insulted and jeered by members of this enclave. Nevertheless they continued on this trek until the village was almost left and they still hadn’t had a drop to drink. K stopped next to a wall that was rickety and almost felled. He grabbed some clay from nearby and set to repairing it in earnest.
“This man is an idiot“. Moses thinks, to himself. He truly relished the work and did it with immense focus and a grin. Moses could not resist but question his mindset until he was gently reminded of the T&Cs he’d accepted. Before this could sink in K gripped a small boy and choked him to death. Mose was beside himself at seeing such senseless violence from a man they had professed was a beacon of holiness. He yelled:
“What you are doing is not only abhorrent and abnormal but it quite wicked as well. To bring death to an innocent is something I simply cannot countenance. To hell with what I said, I demand answers, this instant” he said as he stamped his sandal. Khidir merely grinned then reminded him his word he’d given but Moses would not relent. He called him a miscreant, said he’d misplaced his intent and had bought in to an image that, in reality, was not accurate. K shook his head, nonplussed, then said:
“Cool, as you wish. You are aware that most who wear the flesh are ignorant and you know a little more than them. In turn, I am aware of greater than thee ergo I will soothe your perplexion and then we drift for we are not woven of the same thread as you evidently don’t comprehend”. He went on to tell him how, shortly, the king would commandeer all boats that are sea worthy for his coming military thing. “By doing this I saved the fishermen as the soldiers will ignore it. Had it been left whole they surely would have taken it and the poor man would have been left without a way to get fed”. Moses accepted this but questioned why he built up a wall in a village that had insulted them and wouldn’t even offer a drink, no matter how polite the request. “I do not get how you can, with a grin, repay good for evil? It makes no sense”. K, once again, enlightened him by sharing how the wall had, hidden within, a stash of gold that was the inheritance of children too young, currently, to handle it. “Had it been exposed their greedy caregivers would have usurped it for its presence is a secret. Now, thanks to what we did, the next gen will be able to claim what their father left once their age has progressed and they can handle it”. Light started shining into his darkness but he still could not fathom the death of a child which, to him, was unconscionable. It turns out the boy, when grown, was destined to become a tyrant and kill millions at a whim. “The sheer bloodlust and wickedness that runs through him would have made him the thing of legends when it comes to evilness ergo I did the world a favor by snapping his neck instead”. Moses fell to his feet and beseeched him:
“O, wise one, I am but a foolish ignorant. Please forgive my judgments which I now see were totally incorrect. I wish to continue this trip and soak up your wisdom in order to become upstandingly correct”. K was having none of this and sent him packing as he continued his adventures in the flesh.
When this tale came to mind I couldn’t help but think that A) its timing was exceedingly fortuitous and B) I truly am the luckiest man in this realm for there are only a few traps life can set but many fall in them, nonetheless. It reminded me of another tale from a place further East which said:
A King of the Hindu realm, back when, was entranced by the countenance of a river goddess whom he wished to bed and share his throne as well. She agreed and the date was set but she said:
“No matter what I do you must not question it. If you don’t I will be yours till the end and if you do I’ll be gone with the wind and this you will certainly regret”.
Madly besotten he agreed as, in his head, whatever the divine made flesh did it must be pure and correct. They were wed and, in due time, a child was gifted to them. The pregnancy went well and the day after said manifested into this realm she took her son to the river and drowned him. The King was beside himself. His heir, his child, was no more. Worst of all, it was his wife that did it. She, on the flip, was grinning like it was a most excellent thing. He reminded himself of his pledge and went on ruling the kingdom. Privately he mourned the loss of his first son and found no answers came, within. He dared not ask for the pain he felt would be doubled if she left and thus he sat alone and cried, thinking about what could have been. Soon she was pregnant again and he was beside himself with jubilation but, just like the last time, she drowned what filled the cradle with a beatific radiance before it had had a chance to live. This happened again and again until the 8th child came to them. He could not bear the anguish any more nor could he make sense of such tragic events from a woman upon whom he lavished affection. “Stop! I beg of thee. Let my son breathe and just be. Why on earth are you doing this? Are you an angel or demon? I demand an answer” which she was only too happy to provide after reminding him of what they agreed, back when. The King gave not an F. There were lines and limits and this woman had crossed them, time and again. He had to assert himself. She replied, demurely:
“O, wise King. To be born on Earth for a god is a curse, indeed. See, previously, the natural elements which govern this realm were blighted, most viciously by a Rishi who had a sacred cow called Nandini. They coveted what he possessed and when he would not part with it they stole it instead. The wise man was enraged and what a man of Knowledge says doth stick ergo he said they shall manifest in this realm with the veil of ignorance draped over them as they bear the pain and stings we call being human. They swiftly realized their mistake but the damage was done as the vibration from his lips had its own resonance. The sage did relent and said that only one of the brothers, he who did the theft, shall feel the full weight of the curse he sent by living an entire life in the flesh.
Do you see, O wise King, how I was simply doing what is best by saving them from this realm and now you have your next gen and I will return to my abode as well for I have carried out the duty life gifts and I thank you, wholeheartedly, for your assist in making this possible. Here is your son but, know this, he will never rule your kingdom nor his sons as well”. With this she bid him good evening and, true to her word, was gone with the wind. The King wept at his ignorance as he held the infant with a tender grip as he finally came to comprehend the greater sketch of which he was, until then, totally ignorant. The boy grew to be a fearsome Warrior, undefeated in battles or skirmish which bought immense security to the kingdom.
See, upon hearing their plight, the water goddess had agreed to carry them and bring their immortal essence to this realm and then send it back again. This interplay truly hints that not only does life follow a script, most intricate, but that everything has a meaning which one can only comprehend when seen from a higher level. Like a bird that flies, high in the skies, above the forest of illusion this, I feel, is a fitting parable for my predicament as I, currently, am fighting through the thicket in search of a drink and shelter which the heavenly messenger overhead does direct as it guides my every step ergo I cannot help but wondering about my role in all of this and the deeper meaning as well because I look at a world that is filled to the gills with wickedness in which evil runs, unchecked, whilst good men die like dogs and then there is the prophet thing as well. Note I do not claim to be any of these things but these tales, ancient, filtered into my consciousness at the appropriate moment and the fit was so perfect as it explains, real well, my predicament for I am akin to a blind man with an elephant but wise enough not to cling to the one bit in my grip as I move around this immense thing and sense with tenderness what I stitch together with intuition in order to try and glimpse the whole thing.
If you found the truth, would you tell or hide it? They say a little Knowledge can be a dangerous thing and, previously, when it was the Path of Power which I tread I would have screamed from the parapet about the true cause of evil in this realm. But now, presently, I swim through the Way of Wisdom instead and its currently unfathomable depth has me questioning the rest of which, previously, I was totally certain hence I turn to thee, my friend, with what I’ve said as two minds are better than one when it comes to comprehend the full sketch. The Warrior in question, born in the house of a King, became skilled not just in the killing fields but higher philosophies as well along with a thorough innerstanding of the divine realms hence he sat not on a throne but protected it instead using his talents and strength to become a legend in the flesh. His name, Bhishma, means “He who undertakes a severe vow” and the gift for this was he got to choose his time of death.
Loyalty was his greatest strength and he navigated the waters of statesmanship like an expert at the helm of a massive vessel under his commandment as a lot of what he did bought immense benefit to those who were around him thanks to his sage wisdom and guidance. He chose and selected partnerships that bought many couples marital bliss whilst, himself, remaining single in order to assist the King. Covered with arrows and slings after ten hard days in battle he still wouldn’t relent until he’d poured his lifes wisdom into the next generation who listened with bated breath. I guess the story is that reality follows a script and we, to a man, play our positions ergo what can one do but put one foot in front of the next and do what they feel in their chest is correct for even though I’ve lived a life many would class as a living hell the boon one gets from this is an immensely empathetic sense and skills to cure the ills most would rather die than admit. In many ways we, daily, battle with forces of ignorance as the old tale of light and darkness, engaged in a battle since time, immemorial, is, when seen from a higher lens, simply reflective of the Yan and Ying which is why I’ve said that G.O.D is actually an acronym which stand for Generation, Operation and Destruction as we are, in the end, immortal beings wearing flesh for a jaunt in this realm which, itself, is not a cause but effect of dimensions above it. This is why I humbly request that may the truth protect me, everywhen, and offer its wisdom and guidance in this quest for liberation as my intent is to leave this world better than I found it and this can manifest as a simple thing like picking up a bottle which a drunk tossed on the pavement which may prevent an accident in which childhood exuberance leads to a trip to the hospital or it could be far greater things because who I am at the present is so totally different to who I’ve been, back when, that the old alchemists principle of transmutation and elevation with continual refinement is correct hence why I have said there are no strangers or enemies in this realm for the former are aspects of me, made manifest to assist, whilst the latter are teachers that offer lessons no one else could present.
Ultimately the same can be said of thee as there is only ever one Soul in this realm which means you should never trust an atom (as they make up everything) in this land of illusion where the eternal flame has lit a temporary candle of the flesh which shines its light into the darkness which wishes to extinguish it for the intrusion it brings. Well, that and they can use its absence to sell lightbulbs and send electric bills to those so totally plugged in and dependent on the Matrix and thus, two and a half thousand words later, we’re back where we started but in a higher octave instead because whilst they may have squared the circle (and made it vicious in the process) I balance these opposites by remaining Centered in Self and this causes the golden spiral to ascend in this, my last life in this realm.
Till we meet again
