Revelations of a Traveller
Seek not without, your redemption oh soul
Within you is the master, within you is He
One who whispers the subtle tunes of heaven
One whom you seek, one who is yet to be
Deeper you go, the riddle will unfold
What seems is not, what is, Is yet to be
I do not talk of men clothed in garbs of monks, I do not talk of gurus or charlatans we see amongst us. No my dear traveller I talk of something else, something so intangible that the very thought of writing about it seems foolish on my part. However, how can one not sing of his beloved. Deep is the mist of ignorance, still deeper in your heart you’ll find it, not in your books, nor in your scriptures and certainly not in men of flesh will you find what I speak of. Hard is the truth to grasp, secret are the doctrines of love. Only a lover can succeed on this journey, beware only a lover can seek the hidden.
I write because I have to, not because the world wants me to. I do not write for fanatics nor for those who ignore the forces of eternity. Not by intellect can you solve the mystery I speak of, not by force can you understand its theories. Knowledge is power, thus say the humans of earth, for the likes of us knowledge is blasphemy for the road to love does not depend on what you know or don’t know, there all the concepts dissolve, all the theories collapse. Then you see the light within where the knowledge of men cannot see. Those books are of a different kind, those theories are of a different world, those visions are of a different reality, it’s wisdom can only be gained by the one who can pass through the gates of death, take a new birth and reveal to himself his true identity. My words may seem uncanny, it is not their meaning that you need to understand. It is something more, something real, something hidden that you need to seek. One cannot understand the meaning of these words, it a matter of experiencing them and only the ones with heart, not faith nor belief but heart to digest the truth, can see through the meaning of these parables.
Many are stuck with their models of Godmen, many have fallen to the idols of rock. True peace is still beyond their reach & then they ask why haven’t I received the vision of the beyond. Every year they parade like sheep to be slaughtered due to their own ignorance, bowing heads will not suffice, following blindly will not save. True lovers are beyond rituals, ceremonies and belief systems. Wake up oh soul of eternity, your time has come. Many follow the paths to spirituality but do not have the courage to give their life for it, others have excuses as their most beloved companions and thus the curtain of ethereal worlds remains closed upon their being. Seek not the master outside dear one, seek him within where his true nature will reveal its wonders to thee. Some are true, some assume to be, some are deluded, some are meant to be. Find the one who can show you the reality of your true nature and so your liberation will seek your presence.
Sometimes the words make no sense
Sometimes the meaningless carry more vision
Deep secrets of the dark cannot be understood by reasoning
The truth cannot be told in words
In the mystery of my words I reveal my being, in the heart of God I see myself. Who is free and who wants freedom? It’s a game of deception and conquest, nor can he save me nor can I seek him, but yet he has come to save and yet I try to seek. Where the search ends there my journey shall begin, the roads travelled by mystics will be traversed again and a new paradigm will emerge, revealing the same old route to the kingdom of souls. Not by pleasure is this road travelled oh foolish one, it’s by devotion, unconditional love that this journey can be completed.
Sitting silently you dissolve your being, thinking stops, the breathe slows down. Your heart seeks and the wave comes. Without hearing you hear it, without seeing you see its glory. It’s voice is one of wonders, it’s vision is one of beauty. Not many know, what I speak of yet they nod their heads as if they have been intimate with the soul of souls. Do not delude yourself oh man, first connect to the deeper one and then you shall be a part of a reality which is bigger than your being, a world where nothing is impossible, where the waves of love penetrate your heart, where the songs of light are sung till eternity.
The Teachings were still true then & are still true now.
You’ve spent your life in questions and doubts, but now is the time to walk. A walk towards a destination which will never come, a journey towards an end which was never reached. Yet you walk towards the calling of your heart, never knowing what will be your fate. Something pulls you towards its being, something reverberates in your heart that tells you that the country you seek does exist, beyond those shores of chaos. Something from the beyond, does come to take you home oh soul, something so strange that its story is untold, its age is unwritten. It is the unspoken law, the unwritten language, the unseen vision, the unheard voice, Enigma! Enigma! Behold the enigma of Love. Where were the prophets, when it resounded throughout the skies, where were your scriptures, when it travelled across the oceans. All pretend to understand its knowledge but none have gained its wisdom of secrets. The more I found out about it the more it dazzled me. I cannot reveal it to you oh reader, it is you who can reveal its mystery to yourself, nay, it is you oh dear one it IS YOU.
The day Love was illumined, Lovers learned from You how to burn, Beloved. The flame was set by the Friend to give the moth a gate to enter .Love is a gift from the Beloved to the Lover
At this stage of my evolution I do not see myself as less lustful nor less greedy nor less materialistic than others nor do I see myself as more pious, special or spiritual than others.
At this point all I see is that good and bad are nothing but shadows of the ultimate reality, which is beyond good or bad.
I don't see evolution as something of a process in terms of higher or lower, instead I see it as a mirage of experiences that leads to the ultimate reality. I don't see a good or a bad person, I just see experiences. When I think about ultimate reality I understand that it is not being good which takes me towards God, neither is being bad taking me away from him. What takes me to him is knowing that the observer is separate from these experiences.
I am the moth
He is the flame
In the serenity of Love
He called my name
-The Eternal Student
After all my search I can only give you one suggestion
An ounce of practice is worth more than tons of theory
The curtain of ignorance has been raised, the shadow of doubts has been demolished. Now I see your light working on Earth in the disguise of men, pure as it was, pure it shall remain till the end. The light of truth reverberates every pore of this creation, open your eyes oh people of this world and see the glory of the Nameless ONE.
In the end of our exploration the words are empty. The only truth understood is written with love. So was true in the beginning and is true now, thus with his grace I reveal to thee.
'In meditation there is no technique, just Love.'
-The Eternal Student
Love Corinthians 13:1
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Triumph is born out of struggle, Faith is the alchemist