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Conundrum

“It’s a strange thing being accused of something I didn’t witness or have any involvement. Stranger still that my accusers absolutely believe I am responsible despite my honest explanation of the little I know.”

The young man looked upset, mystified and unusually withdrawn.

“Have they accused you of taking something valuable my friend?”

Laughter without mirth.

“Three or four small pieces of metal with sharp spikes to deter my daughter’s kittens and our old family cat from walking across his balcony wall.”

“He would harm another living creature?”

“Oh, I doubt he would see it like that, but yes, I believe he would.”

“Did you know these offensive pieces of metal were on that wall?”

“Yes, I did. As did several other people who care for cats.  We live in a small village, news travels.”

“So, tell me my young friend. What part have you played in this incident?”

The young man wandered to the edge of the precipice and looked across mountains and valleys. The silver reflection of a river snaked along the valleys, fading to a thin grey line until the eye could no longer discern river from land. He turned back to face his friend.

“Although I know the truth of what happened to the spikes, I had no involvement. Sharing what I know may have brought wrath upon another and I didn’t wish to handle that. My instinct was to protect.”

This may sound strange, but when the young man looked at the wise old man he always saw a young image. There was no telling how old he was but no matter what, he always seemed young and full of love, life and vitality. Age in our regular, mundane sense, is of no consequence and when he talks; the younger man hears and understands every word. There is never any doubt but sometimes his words bring long periods of thought and reflection.

“You sense something deeper at work?”

The young man laughed, this time with humour.

“For a change I have an instant response. The man with the spikes and his wife have something far deeper going on. Something they have carried for a great length of time which they have tried to bury and ignore. This something isn’t shared, it’s different for each. It’s as though a darkness cloaks their true being but, they are so used to it that the truth is far away like the source of that river. They need to ask for a sword of light to cleanse their pain.”

“How will they do that?”

“I’ve sent compassion, love and light but I don’t think it will be enough. They need a physical helping hand.”

“This may be a great opportunity to make new friends, but I see your problem. You are the bad guy, they believe you took their spikes. To share the truth may harm another. A difficult conundrum.”

Connecting

When he grounded himself to our beautiful earth and connected with the healing energies beyond, nothing could shake him from his path. Leaning against a Holm oak, the rough bark massaged his back. A waterfall gushed from his root chakra and thundered through the earth to the core where he felt at one with the planet and happy to be alive.

Breathing in; the rush of earth energy pushed through both feet into his legs and beyond. The out breath opened his crown chakra to receive strength from the limitless supply of healing energy the canopy above the earth freely presented. Breathing in, earth and cosmic energies mingled and washed away the nuggets of difficulty collected on his life path, back down the cascade from his root chakra.

In this moment he is invincible. The old man watched, smiling at his friend until the younger man recognised him.

“How long does it take you to connect with those energies my friend?”

“Oh, you’re not asking a philosophical question for a change!” The young man laughed, completely at ease.

“I suppose it takes less than a minute.” Why do you ask?

“Many could enjoy your instruction.”

“There are many with need. I know that, but people see what I do and call it things it is not.”

“So, tell the world exactly what you do and why. Show them the benefits. It is a gift given to you that you should share.”

The young man faced the tree and looked into its branches.

“They shoot off in so many directions but ultimately every branch seeks the light.”

“Yes, and so it is with people my young friend. They seek the light even though some appear to have forgotten that aspect of their journey.”

“Hardly surprising when they allow their material needs to outweigh those of their spirit.”

The old man leaned against a larger tree. “My tree is bigger than yours.”

“In that case, I will grow one even larger.”

A serious look wiped away the old mans smile. “This is the way for many. The best 3D TV money can buy is the competition they wrap themselves in. Before they know it, there is no substance to their lives; they have no experiences to speak of and one day they become old and weary.”

“So, they need experiences, not things.”

“Indeed, my friend and there is no price tag we can assign to those.”

“And, one experience often leads to another. I can identify with that. Perhaps my instruction will light the way; I will find ways to connect and share what I know.”

One

The young man sat on the edge of a limestone pavement in a forest glade facing the early afternoon sun. Not summer but warm and comfortable enough to wear shorts and a T-shirt. He grounded himself to the earth and connected with the cosmic energy. His aura glowed a brilliant orange as he focused on a bulbous knot on the trunk of an ancient oak at the edge of the glade.

A long breath in through the nose filled his lungs, he closed his eyes gently, releasing the breath. His focus behind the eyes strong, he shifted his attention to the third eye. Locked to the earth with a thundering waterfall from his root chakra, thoughts of past, present and future faded away.

“I am one with my body. One with the earth.”

He repeated the mantra as though following a guide. Allowing the final word to drift away when his attention shifted to a tiny pebble on the palm of his left hand. The column of cosmic energy mingled with earth energy and warmed the pebble, moving it slightly. His right hand moved across and palm-down, hovered over the left palm, enclosing the pebble in a ball of dynamic energy.

In that moment he connected and smiled; he sent the energy to somebody in need, opened his eyes and saw his old friend leaning against the ancient oak.

“Hello my old friend. What is it today? Something always presents when we meet.”

“Tell me the story of when you met your love.”

The young man smiled, his look far away in a happy place.

“Lost in a crowd, she noticed me and directed me to where I needed to be.”

“Where was that place?”

“Well, it was a simple dining hall on a university campus. I didn’t realise that it was far more until our hands unintentionally touched. A spark of energy exploded through my body and in the instant it lasted, I knew I must never let her go.”

“It was a profound moment my young friend.”

“That was only the beginning. Within a few hours I met another woman who told the same family history story as my own and we share the same family name. That was special, but nothing compared to what followed.

My love and I sat on a hill later that night. We watched a spectacular show of shooting stars. During that show we opened our hearts and shared our deepest feelings, hopes and desires. Despite present circumstances, we both understood our meeting was absolutely right.”

“What about the other woman? The one with who you share a name.”

“Born on the opposite side of the world and raised in a culture completely different from my own. Yet we came to know one another as though we had always been friends. I can’t explain what brought us together and how, despite living far away and in completely different lives, our connection remains unshakable after more than twenty years.”

“Synchronicity; sometimes the universe conspires to synchronise events such as meeting your friend and your ‘love.’ There is nothing to explain.”

“On this I agree without reservation.”

Unconditional

Following a dry-stone wall on a beautiful spring day, the old man took a sharp right turn into an enclosure. On first impressions, the young man thought they had stepped into a cemetery until the old man directed his friend toward one of many standing stones. Out of respect for the dead, the young man was careful not to stand on the area in front of each stone. The old man laughed gently.

“There are no corpses beneath this earth my friend.”

“Is this not a cemetery?”

“Look closely.”

The young man glanced around. It was a peaceful, rural location with a few trees showing young leaves. Bluebells covered most of the ground and where they left space, tulips and fresh green grass thrived. A storybook scene; blue sky, comfortable sunshine and a hint of a breeze. A perfect place to meditate or spend time with a friend.

At last, the young mans’ eyes fell upon the closest stone. “It reads like a reminiscence of a particular event.”

“Exactly that. Do you recognize the event described on this stone?”

The young man read the words. Silently at first and then again out-loud.

“She handed him the baby,” the young man hesitated and took a deep breath. “He accepted her carefully and with difficulty. The oxygen tube got in the way, she moved it. Even the weight of a baby not two months old was difficult to hold.”

He swallowed, tearfully and looked at his old friend.

“It reminds me of a life-event. I was in a hospital and spent two months there.”

“Now you are well my young friend. Why does it hurt so much? It’s in the past.”

“Five children under the age of ten and we lived in a house two long bus journeys away from the hospital. Getting them to school and nursery involved four miles of walking, twice each day. The shops were another three miles round trip in the opposite direction. Nobody offered help, not really. So, she gave everything and didn’t give up on ‘us,’ not for a moment.”

Resting a hand on the old mans’ shoulder, he looked into his eyes.

“Why do you punish me with a reminder of this?”

“We all have a space where memories, good, bad and seemingly indifferent reside. This is yours and it was your choice to come here.”

“I wasn’t aware of any choice.”

“They are your memories. It’s up to you to dwell upon them or, take what you can and move on with your life.”

“I felt so guilty and useless laying there.”

“Regardless, she gave you her unconditional love. Accept that, it’s all you need.”

The young man smiled like it might eclipse the sun and faded away into the glow.

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