The Wandering Immortal Ones.

 In just about every culture there is a story about a wandering immortal.  This individual because of past impulsive behavior has been cursed by the Creator to wander the Earth until a Great pinocle has been achieved.  In Northern Chinese lore this immortal is the ever present Master Wu.  His full name is Sun Wu Kong, the Monkey King. The youngest brother of the nine immortals of creation.   Master Wu is the immortal brother that was laid to rest, drunk on sacramental wine, dreaming of the creation of Man kind.  We are his dream.  He is our creator and protector.

The Wandering Jew is a story about the individual who was cursed by God to wander the world until Christ returns.  It is presumably the individual that would not give Jesus a rest and Jesus told him he would wander until his return.  This story has many faces, but are all very similar.  Some of the names are different, but that is purely conjecture. 

Indian lore from Bengali, and Deli tells of a Yogi that travels the world spreading his science and teaching to breath properly.  This Yogi's name is Patanjali, the current incarnation of the God Brahma who has come here in many forms and incarnations.  Patanjali is the immortal physical presence of Brahma's Karma or action creating Dharma or global reaction.  As the story goes if you sit and stare into either your own eyes or the eyes of another you will eventually see the eyes of Patanjali, Brahma staring back at you.  

The Cherokee have stories of the Nunne'Hi, a race of immortals that live everywhere and nowhere.  These are super human beings that live side by side with the Yunwi Tsunsdi, the little people.  The Nunne'Hi are responsible for keeping the Yunwi Tsunsdi in check. They are very much like the fairy folk of Ireland and can be extremely mischievous.  

Amongst the Lakota there are stories of Heyoka, backwards warriors that resemble sacred clowns and teachers.  In the midst of these gifted people there exists an immortal that travels from village to village, clan to clan sharing medicine and magic with all who will learn.  Often in forms that terrify or delight  intended students.  Heyoka is also the mythological name for the son of Spider woman. 

There are stories about Thor son of Odin traveling from place to place every couple of generations to hid his lack of aging.  His stories have even penetrated some of the lore of the Northeastern United States.  There are tales of a giant red hared immortal from the sea.  

Every culture has a tale or story about the existence of an immortal being that was either cursed to live until a large change time or apocalyptic event, or was brought here by other than natural means.  These stories are very old and have been sifting themselves through our cultures ever since man kind has been telling stories.  Wading into the waters of the unknown is the only way to decipher the reality verses the myth.  This is the fun of the search.  For those who choose to seek, if you find a real immortal good luck, they probably don't want to be found.  

Peace and Balance,

John 

The Story From Patmos

 

I've notice the increase in wrinkles on the troubled brows of people all over the world.  I can hear the crying of lost children, and the wails morning mothers.  In the distance there are the concussive waves of explosions re-arraigning the landscape.  War, Famine, Disease, and Death are all around us yet we are blind to the horses hooves as they roar by.  We are in the throws of the times once foretold.  The darkness walks.

From John of Patmos, a giant was seen, one foot in the water, one foot out.  A fiery eye on John the other clad in a dark clouded patch that swallowed all light and roared from within it a terrible roar.  John was terrified, but was compelled to record everything that was told him by the mighty voice of the giant.  It's message was dire and stands today as testament to that which is being ignored by the masses, and terrifies the few.

Is God standing in judgement of us, or are we standing in judgement of ourselves?  A story that is so old and carries so much weight must also carry with it the ability to manifest itself within the minds of men.  Manifest destiny acts on all who hold a thought so tightly that the only way to let it go is to let it become reality.  Heaven help those who can't let go, for letting go is the secret of redemption and forgiveness.  

To forgive a soul you first have to start with your own.  Catholics will have you sit in a small room across from your priest and beg forgiveness.  The priest listens and becomes the channel to God, then doles out the appropriate penance that will free your soul from the binds of Karma.  Other's will listen and give advise on how you can handle your own forgiveness through self established penance.  I say find an old mirror and stare deep into it.  Stare deeply into your own eye's and think about the wrongs you have done, and those who you have hurt.  Look at those eye's long enough with the purpose of letting go and you will begin to see the eye's of God looking back into you bidding you let go.  Let go of your self imposed pain and forgive yourself.  This is the road to forgiving other's and the beginning of Peace. 

Karma is an action.  First you act in a positive or negative fashion.  The outcome is the recording of that action, and how you handle that recording when it plays back determines the level of forgiveness that needs to be doled out to the perpetrator, yourself.  A heavy burden. 

For the many that live within the confines of John's story and the book that it finishes, redemption is at hand.  Four horses are on the charge.  The clouds are opening up and those that see their future's in front of them have a choice, do they choose the Horse with the Rider of Death, or do they wait for the arrival of He who was here before them?

Regardless of who's story is being told the mind of man is writing the script.  What are we going to read between those lines?

Peace and Balance,

John

Set your Sails

 Human beings by nature are generally goodly, or godly beings.  When the chips are down and you have earned a certain amount of positive karma, people will step forward and offer you a hand up.  Sometimes we fall, sometimes our family falls.  When we or part of us falls I have noticed that the few goodly persons in our lives will take that step forward.  This small item in the life of one individual is one of the reasons I still have great faith in the positive attributes of the human being.  

It has been said that a small summer breeze can move a considerable ship.  When the sails are all in good shape and all the stitching is in the right places the breeze will carry you a long distance.  Look at those sails and the stitching as a collection of the positive and happy things that you have done or thought about others and those around you.  Our, "Sails" stay in good shape when we take the steps to keep your lives in good shape.  The stitching stays strong when we take the steps to repair wrongs we have unintentionally or intentionally done to our fellow human beings.  That's called doing the right thing. 

I come from a culture that has a reflection woven into our sails.  That is when a friend or family member looks at you sternly and says, "You've done a good thing, " doesn't necessarily mean you've actually done a good thing.  That is a polite way of saying, "Look around you.  You've caused something to happen that you're not aware of that has hurt someone."  

Generally there is a hard task in front of you to repair that thing.  If it's repairable it's good.  If not, you take it with you to work on after you are here.  Actions are Karma.  

However, I find Human Beings are by nature heart felt and caring creatures that will look out for one another and step up with that helping hand.  Put you back on your feet and point you in the right direction.  Even the statement, "You've done a good thing." is a way to point you in that direction.  

Kind influences Kind, and shedding the light makes it easier to see.

Peace and Balance,

John