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The mystery, I thought, is what makes life exciting. Exploring the mystery was as taking ourselves back slowly bit by bit, and yet becoming more than we were by having taken the journey. "The journey changes us, doesn't it?"
His eyes glimmered. "The journey alone brightens our being and changes the Universe. We finish the earth journey in a way, by growing into it, like a crab that grows into its shell, and then one day outgrows it and leaves. In that same way, we can experiment with energy, manifest ideas, brighten curiosity, and come face to face with `what if.' When we free flow the experience of `what if,' we ride the river with open eyes, and shake off the conscious mind. Then wisdom rises from the deepest, purest part of us through impulses. Not the impulses that come from our facades, like, `I want to deck that guy for giving me a dirty look,' or `I want to hide in my room because my mommy yelled at me.' Wisdom comes from the deep within where dwells the inner sage that knows intrinsic significance of all. In tapping that vibration, words arise like, `I am worthy, so I will speak up for myself,' or `I am worthy, so I don't need to react to that insult.' Following these sagacious wisdoms that rise from one's self requires courage. The true leap of faith is to trust life--not a person, or doctrine, or a `way.' But Life itself."
I nodded. "Trust life, "I murmured, "just trust life."
"Following this flow is as riding the stream to the sea, deflecting public opinion and being an original." He stepped back from me as if preparing to leave. He gazed upon me almost paternally. "May your image become unnecessary. May your facades weaken. May you discover wisdom and joy, time and timelessness . . . through yourself. Who are you? You're nobody, and everybody." He took another step back. "Ain't--Life--Great!"
Suddenly I felt bone weary. All that work breaking free from Mud Lake had done me in.
"Rest," He said, "regenerate."
"If I sleep, will you be gone when I awaken?"
He nodded.
"Where are you going?"
"I will leave the Desert and go into the Quicksand." "The Quicksand?"
"The Quicksand leads to the Cave of Wounds. I have work to do."
"You can leave the Desert of Loneliness that easily?"
"I've learned." He smiled faintly. "You will too."
I looked at My Fool skeptically, still not quite trusting my ability to attain what I so badly wanted--wisdom and courage.
"Open your pack," He said.
I opened it, knowing He would give me another gem. I was excited to see what color it would be. He dropped an opaque blue-gray stone in my pack. It landed on my white silk scarf. What appeared opaque in the gem soon cleared. The blue-gray that at first seemed rustic and ugly had become see-through crystalline beauty with light blue hints in the shine of it. Then it turned bright crystal clear blue, reminding me of clear sky.
He said, "This is the Gem of Independence, first experienced as loneliness. Beyond loneliness lies your essence. Beyond your essence is all essence . . . Pure Creative Energy. Loneliness fades. Freedom is found and the boundless open sky is there to explore."
"Thank you," I said, closing my pack. "I will change the gray of loneliness to the beauty of independence and freedom by seeking quintessence."
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My loneliness grew and grew and grew, mounting into a ferocious windstorm that whipped sand crystals into my eyes, teeth, and hair, and grated painfully against my skin. I huddled in a ball on hands and knees, feeling my hair frenzy into tangled knots.
I cried to the universe, "See me, hear me, know me!" I wanted to be real in this world, but it seemed no one could touch the true me. I felt unreal. I felt like a speck of dust, inconsequential to the whole of life. I'd left the herd of society where conformity bought company, and institutions offered safety. I had strayed to find my independence. And this was the price I paid. I was in a black, dark, and lonely place. This independence, this independence--oh the price was high! Gaining independence required treading no known path. Trekking the unknown. That was the risk. `Live the mystery,' My Fool had said, but I was afraid.
I covered my ears to block the howling sound, but I couldn't block the beating gush of wind upon my body. I was so exposed. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. No shelter for me now. The Old World was not an option. The New World seemed out of reach. I started to cry, feeling abandoned, even by myself. Where was my divinity? Where was my sage in the great within? I was so lonely.