The words on these pages may point to something that seems as if it is
new or unknown … however what is being pointed to … is what cannot
be learned, is always present and cannot be lost ... only hidden.
Once upon a time, there was a person who had been searching and searching for Truth to an essential experience that had shattered its world.
It climbed to the top of mountains, it looked in the eyes of many, it called out in the day and in the night, who, who is there, who is this that is calling me, who, who, who...it looked in books, it studied so hard, and learned so much, and yet the answer always evaded it.
Then one day, after looking and searching, it grew angry, it's them, it's not me, it's them that have caused all this confusion that keeps me from my essential experience...I will go out and show them that they are the cause of my suffering...and for years, it rants, it raves, it curses and it preaches the words that it thinks will lead it Home it has imagined is awaiting its return.
It question changes from who to how...how, how, how can this be...how can no one see what I see, how come I suffer so. How come people do not fulfill my desire, work does not fulfill my desire, books do not tame this craving this thirst.
A teacher, that's what I will be...a teacher for God until I realize I am that. I will prove to them that I am a teacher and once they see it I must certainly see it too...so it goes out and teaches all that it has learned, it's smart and it's clever, and it's sneaky and it's proud.
Yet, there is still this craving, still this desire, I think I have fooled them all yet still I am not fooled. My frustrations are suffocating me and I am tired and I am becoming bitter and old.
The thought appears again...Who? Who is tired? Who is bitter? Who is frustrated? Who is the old soul? Something is seen...
The how comes again...how can it be that there is no one here. Again, it Stops.
A smile creeps upon its face...a laughter is heard throughout the land. And a song is heard being sung...
Don't worry... 'bout a thing. 'Cause every little thing... is gonna' be all right :o) The End...The Beginning...