Healing Tones

I HOPE THIS POST helps you find your way through dark and troubled times. A wise man once wrote, “It’s better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.” With this post I light a candle. We are never given more challenges than we can handle. We are never met with problems without answers. Look within. Be still and know.

WE ALL LOVE STORIES. Here’s one that speaks to the inner state of consciousness that determines how we perceive and respond to the outer state of reality in the larger world in which we live — specifically how we respond to and behave when crises arise. I am borrowing this story from Hugh Malafry’s BLUE SHAMAN trilogy, VOL III MASTER OF HALLOWS.

The author has a way of incorporating words and principles that shed light on the art of living in harmony with reality and universal truths into his stories. This story is particularly relative to the times in which we live. I will let you see for yourself where the story speaks to you in your own life situations. Enjoy.

He saw it coming afar off targeting the small oasis. Above the sky was a pink pearl haze and in the distance still a stunning blue morning sky; but the ghost wind, no longer a spire rising gracefully into the the pearly haze. had become a dark cauldron of churning forces , cauliflower shape, rising on a stem of dense energy feeding upon the earth it ravaged. And within its dark cloak, as if by intent, a ragged web of lightning before and behind drove the mass toward him. Ahead of the storm a hot grit-filled wind scorched the cavern face and drove Caron back into its depths.

The mouth of the cave erupted in fiery discharge sending out fingers of fire as if reaching in to draw him into its grasp. The earth quaked beneath his feet shaking fragments from the cavern wall. The camel bellowed with fear, and in the midst of the howling typhoon winds Caron heard the rumble of shifting rock.

The ghost wind struck swallowing up the sun, obliterating everything in its path; and but for the cavern in which he and one lone camel hid from the rage of elements, the whole life of the oasis. The energy of the storm contrived to overwhelm his mind, tugged at every nerve and sinew in his body; strove to turn his emotions into a working sea. It would blot out the light and leave him in darkness. Instead, he went deep, calmed his heart, stilled his mind, and let the tone of his home among the stars fill him and his cavern sanctuary with peace.

And as quickly as it had come the fire-wind abated. And still it was not done for in that instant, even as the fire-wind passed, a great flood of water borne upon the wind surged in the cavern mouth, to overwhelm and wash him out. The force of the wash along the floor swept his feet from under, driving him into the rugged wall before draining off through fissures in the earth. The bedraggled beast moaned, struggled to its feet, shook off like a dog grit and water, and walked painfully toward the light.

Caron followed to a scene of utter destruction. The oasis was gone, all the vegetation root and branch broken and buried under desert sands as if it had never been. Still the spring among the rocks he found returned with a slow trickle. It seeped down among the stones. He cleared the wet sand in its path until the water pooled, and began the work anew of restoring a lost oasis. There would be more spring water from below and in time life would return.

Caron sat to dry in the sun. The camel drank water where it pooled and, anxious to go, if ever a camel could show affection, nudged him lovingly. But Caron was not ready to leave. There were questions. Had he mastered the rage of elements come against him, because he first mastered himself? Were the worlds within and without alike one world? And when the heart was pure and the senses cleansed, was each known indivisible, part of the other and infinite?

Was dominion over oneself, over one’s body, mind and heart, likewise dominion over those elements of earth given to master? Was this the true heavenly magic, the art of the lords of light, that in mastering the elements in themselves they commanded the elements in creation?

He had seen wonders form in a moment of truth. They who came out of the desert to stand with Flegetanis in his time of need wielded extraordinary powers, and yet in the ordinary course of events seemed reluctant to use them. What was the law of it? Morgan Kara, too, had power. If there was white magic, there was black, and if any of these powers were alike his own he must understand the use of them.

And so Caron fell deep into thought as the day unfolded over that desolate scene, until at last and answer came, as if from the heart of creation itself, a familiar voice.

“Still in the wilderness, Caron: your idyll is done, the work begun. Seek out the Master Origen in the Monastery of Alba. He will set you in the way.”

Answers to problems and situations in life often come when we stop searching the hallowed halls of memory and calm the heart and mind with the mastery of a Creator Being endowed with dominion over his or her world. When we’ve lost our way and bearing in life, not knowing by which way to go forward, sit and breathe deeply, and still your heart and mind — in that order, heart first. Be still and know that I am God. God, it is said, is all-knowing. At the core off our being we know and know that we know. Realization and assurance are gifts of the Spirit of Love. Invite Love into your heart.

I leave you to explore and ponder the implications in the story and learn from the lessons therein. I welcome your thoughts on the topic of this post. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com