The Three Milestones
At first you are the traveler. You seek the unknown. The unknowable. You don’t know yet that you don’t know. You are pulled by a mysterious force, a distant calling for that which is out of your reach. You feel the echo of a distant mountain, a mystical ancient peak that holds an unfathomable mystery.
If you’re lucky, if you’re really lucky, you’ll stumble upon a fairy boatman. Someone who has seen the truth and has returned. Someone who learned how to navigate the high seas of life’s enigma. Someone who has chosen the in between. In service to both worlds and yet not of them. Neither here nor there. They carry the truth in silence. Only pointing to the right direction.Climb on their boat and they’ll take you to the other side, promising to wait until you return. Their eyes convey an oceanic trust.
Your second milestone, on the other side, awaiting in silence, with a mysterious smile — the Mystic. The mystic knows that which they don’t know. They have seen that which cannot be seen. They hold the answer to a question that cannot be uttered. The mystic reflects an endless melody.They play the tune of your innermost heart. They touch your soul in a way you have never known. They are a reminder, a faded memory you barely remember you have chosen to forget.
The Mystic cannot teach. They have no knowledge to impart.No news of distant lands nor epiphanies of a landscape within. The mystic is the whistle of the wind, the color of the setting sun. Their presence awakens a slumbering giant. Their silence is roaring through the core of your being.
Remember… Remember that which you have chosen to forget.
Return to the place of origin; shine the light of the moon on your faded glory.
Life – awakening within your self.
Be warned. When you encounter a mystic your life is forever changed. You cannot undo the effect of this powerful experience. Once you have opened your eyes sleeping once again would be nearly impossible.
And then, the third milestone. You find your place in the tapestry of life. A fairy boatman, a mystic or life itself. And yes, there also those who haven’t yet taken their first step. All in perfect timing – the grass grows by itself.