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Chapter Three ~ Reflection

‘That seems a bit tyrannical, or imperialist, doesn’t it?’

Sk’Eye laughed and replied,
‘Perhaps to one who is completely delusional
about Who They Are, what the Earth is,
and any legitimate cosmology,
or an awareness of Nature’s Laws.

Freedom actually stems from obedience to Nature’s Laws.

Contradictory though it may seem,
that’s the truth of it, regardless of your denial ~
or anyone else’s for that matter.
Nature doesn’t punish people,
she simply embodies her Perfect Laws,
and the Natural Consequences of people’s choices
present themselves in divine accord.

There’s no tyrant in the sky or anything like that.
The Law is woven into Creation,
and you, as and through this body, this psyche,
informed in this way, here in this realm,
are indeed a part of Creation ~
and therefore bound to the same Law as All Things.

No deity has you under its thumb,
there are simply the Laws of Creation ~
and when you Remember, You Will See.’

Gerald replied,

‘So when does that happen?
How do I remember?’

Sk’Eye said,

‘You will remember as you are able to... safely.
I’m sure you’ve noticed your repressed traumas
floating to the surface as you heal your body and psyche
~ traumas which you resolve with your attention ~
concurrent to this, the Laws of Nature will return to your awareness.
The thing is, it has to be a gradual, acclimating process,
because knowing the Law means Knowing your Self,
and buddy, if you could perceive us in a form that
even approached the vastness of what we are ~
at this stage of your learning ~
you would be beyond terrified.’

A brief moment of consideration was all it took
for Gerald to intuit the veracity of that claim.

‘It seems prudent to develop the capacity
to accelerate the acclimation process.
How do I do that?’

When the reply came, it was spoken simply and plainly.

‘Eat living food, be in natural environments often,
practice fasting sometimes,
drink cleaner water, get coherent about your principles,
get coherent about your intentions,
dissolve any limiting beliefs you still hold ~

Get organized. Streamline all your contractual obligations,
and attend to those you choose. Be authentic, transparent,
and explicit in your communication ~
be elegant and graceful in all your thoughts and actions.
Recognize that you are an individual in an interconnected sea of many;
you can be of great Service ~ but it does not buy you
any special exemptions from Natural Law.
Nature must present perfect effects to the causal choices
which Living Beings impress into Creation.

But again, it’s never personal ~
there is no one punishing you
or anyone else, on a cosmic level.
You draw to you precisely the lawful consequences
of all your thoughts, emotions and behavior,
just like every other Living Being.’

Only a moment of reflection was needed
for Gerald to conclude that this was True.

He had only recently worked out the last vestiges
of his resentment toward his parents, the state,
society and God for their conduct
as he had previously perceived it.

It had become exceedingly clear ~ to his great relief ~
that everyone was actually doing their best ~
or at least the best they believed they could do,
and he had no right to demand anything else of them.

He had come to see that his own limiting beliefs
had been the cause of his suffering.

This was the dawn of his newfound clarity,
through which Sk’Eye had then emerged into his psyche.

Sorting the last of his anger had opened
what felt like an undiscovered realm
of Vitality and Coherence in him.

 Gerald stood tall in the forest,
contemplating the multi-layered download
he had just hungrily received from that part of him
~ so long denied and hidden away,
in the depths of his weary mind and heart.

The Living Man breathed deeply of the clean air,
exalted in the rays of warm sunlight
that shone in misty rays through the cedars.

In his steady breath ~ among the trees ~  vital and alive,
Gerald knew, without a doubt
that he would surely thrive.

Joyfully, the youth traipsed back toward camp.
He had parked his van deep into the woods,
nearly a mile off trail. And so it was
that he had no well-worn path to tread in his return.

After an hour had passed, he inquired within:
‘Sk’Eye, what are we doing?’

The response ~ a song of joyful mirth ~ reminded Gerald
that he had yet to pluck out some vestigial tendencies
toward irritation at such simple delight;
in this case, at the struggles of the small self.

He was reminded that it was not wrong
to laugh at the misguided folly
that humanity might explore for some time yet.

‘What are you giggling about?’

The True Self replied with the innocence of a child,
in full knowing of Who They Are In Truth.

‘It’s just funny how we play these games with ourself.
Here, in the upper room where I dwell,
I can see the levels of causality which precipitates
this little romp in the woods.
Agreements about what a mystical experience is,
the indications and markers which validate that claim,
and the circumstances you call to you
in the simple alignment to a framework built by others
no more privy to the Truth of Who We Are than you.

In these subtle agreements to defer your self-direction
to the assumed wisdom of your brothers and sisters,
you deny the very compass you hold within.

You intended to get lost ~
but the intention was hidden from your awareness ~
because what you really wanted to experience
was getting lost and then me heroically guiding you
back to the safety of your van.

That’s what we’re doing now.

Fear not, fair damsel!
I’ve come to rescue you!

But, the idea is not for us to be separate in this way.
This is a temporary situation as you acclimate
to a more broad perception of your Self,
beyond the human psyche.

Here is where you begin to remember your compass.’

Gerald felt a tugging in his abdomen
which impelled him to turn toward the west,
where the sun was now setting. 

The young man strode confidently to where he was drawn.

And, sure enough, it was mere minutes later
that he emerged into the clearing
where his beloved van gleamed in the twilight.

A song of crickets and creek set the mood for the evening
as Gerald began his nightly practice.

For several moments he sat quietly and breathed deeply.
In his mind he continuously affirmed that he was one with Source
and a Cosmic Creative Being ~ his body and psyche
were natural expressions of divine peace, love and prosperity.

And then he bathed in the hum of his own Coherence.

Crickets and creek, owls and howls ~ all
were majestically united in harmonious coresonance;
and Gerald had front row seats to this grand forest opera.

When he felt firmly centered and grounded in his Knowing,

he spoke:

“On this night,
I choose to hold my body and psyche
in accord with the Song of the True Self
to the degree that I am able to do so safely and peacefully.

I Know Who I Am In Truth.
I Know What I Am In Truth.
I Know How I Serve In Truth.

I Am Here!”

at this he thumped his chest firmly.

“I Am Here!”

again he beat his breast.

“I Am Here!”

and once more,

“And I Am Free.”

With this, Gerald took his right hand,
which still rested in a fist on his left breast
and raised it up ~ fingers outstretched,
palm skyward ~ into the air before his face.

After a few more moments of deep breathing, and attunement,
Gerald gave praise and thanks to Nature for the opportunity to Serve.

Then he rose to his feet, and sprang straight up
to grab the bough above
which was held out by this cedar, like the arm of a caring friend.
With some effort, he managed to climb up on to the branch,
and was rewarded with a view of more stars than he could see below.

He thought briefly that it was funny he didn’t know any astrology.
The impression he got from the sky was that stories often change,
even when the letters, words and language stay the same.
The people who tell the stories change, so the stories change too.
Archtypes are useful but dogma is dogma is limitation.

Service ~ as a word ~ was echoing through Gerald’s heart and mind.

He didn’t know what that meant.
So he went within,

‘How does the True Self feel about this?’

Sk’Eye’s response was immediate,
and Gerald was coming around to the fact
that he didn’t need to pretend to be separate
from the True Self ~ the Who that this Inner Being, finally, Truly is.
He didn’t need to claim smallness.
But he grokked that this paradigm would naturally change,
when he had the capacity to really be in his Knowing,
fully realized and aware of the totality of his Self.

“Trusting the process” like the New Agers always say.

‘Service is the highest purpose in Creation.
There is no higher purpose.
Service is the most coherent expression of Cosmic Love
that can be crystallized into the physical realm.
Service is the activity of one who Knows Who They Are.

That doesn’t mean they work~work~work all day, every day;
striving and grinding away, sacrificing their own personal interests,
as well as time with their family and friends.

No, Service is an orientation ~ a way of Being ~
which naturally flows from the Source of Creation,
when it is not being blocked by the denial of the Divine.’

‘So, Service is just what the divine does when it is not being denied?’

’Correct.’

As with most of the things Sk’Eye had articulated in the past few hours,
Gerald intuitively sensed that the statement was, indeed true;
and through his own memory, he could readily recall evidence
to support these high claims.

~

In the quiet that followed, the young man noticed his neck hair
begin to stand, and his nervous system indicated that another mammal
was present in his near vicinity.  
As he slowed his breath and leaned into his senses,
Gerald found he could feel the subtle rustling of this newcomer
in the bushes east of his campsite.
Further focus revealed the rhythm of their breathing,
very nearly silent, and full of vitality.

“Who goes there?”

Asked Gerald to the source of the quiet rustling.

“I am armed, and I can hear you in the bushes.
This is your warning, you have ten seconds ~ reveal yourself now
or I will proceed with my weapon drawn.”

Gerald kept his eyes focused on the presence
~ which he now sensed was a man ~
then he dropped soundlessly from the tree,
and drew his bow from its sheath slung over his back.

He counted aloud as he nocked a clay-tipped arrow
and at the count of five
the string was drawn to its anchor point.

As he reached nine in his count, Gerald prepared to move forward,
but as he did so, hands appeared, protruding from the bushes,
followed by a powerful masculine voice.

“Halt! I come in the name of peace.
I am unarmed, and intend you no harm.
I do not consent to harm,
and thusly the consequences of harm
caused by you to me would be yours to bear if claimed.

If you lower your weapon,
I will step into the firelight with my hands raised,
so that we may talk as honorable Men do.”

Gerald lowered his bow and announced this to the newcomer.

Slowly, the man in the bush stood,
and Gerald was momentarily stunned by his beauty.

Long black hair, braided to one side,
was draped over his shoulder, glistening in the flames’ radiance;
and his emerald eyes sparkled in a face lined with
years of wisdom far beyond the man’s apparent youth.

The man’s clothing was also surprising to Gerald;
Some sort of natural fiber with a range of earthy tones was woven
into a long tunic, and snug-fitting pants secured with slender rope
rested over a pair of moccasins woven with the same fiber,  
these were darkened by the hard packed dirt of the forest floor.

Gerald had never met anyone who looked this way,
and could not recall having ever felt such a powerful presence
as that which radiated from this impossibly radiant man.

As the green-eyed man rose to his full height,
~ which was a few inches shorter than he with the bow ~
he began to speak.

“I answer to the name Kenneth, House of McCosm.
Son of Michael, Son of Elaine ~ Brother of All.”

Sk’Eye toned through the taller man’s throat,
and in the man’s psyche a sense of peace and trust induced
a somatic response which made it clear to Gerald
that his True Self felt safe with this man;
though the small self which Gerald still thought himself to be,
could not logically explain how.

“It’s because I Know Who You Are,
and that aspect of you, which is calling itself Sk’Eye,
Knows Who I Am; Knows that we are of the same Source.”

Again, there was a tone in Gerald’s throat,
and he decided not to ask the man how he knew
what he had been thinking.

“Why were you hiding in the bushes?”

Gerald asked, feeling oddly dissociated by his own lack of fear.

Kenneth spoke softly,
“I heard you talking to yourself, and was intrigued by your decrees.
I use similar language sometimes. I was about to leave,
but then I saw you wander off toward our blackberry wall
and felt it wise to ensure your safety;
You see, my kin’s domain is in this forest just over yonder.”

Gerald replied facetiously,
“And let me guess, you’re already enlighted, so you can help me!”

The response was immediate and clear, but again softly spoken,

“Enlightenment is a funny idea. I would say our natural state
is true enlightenment, once you peel away all the delusion.
I might be able to help you, but probably not as you would think,
and quite as probably not as you’d like.”

The man with the bow walked to his van and stowed the weapon,
then reached down and pulled out two simple wooden folding chairs.

He set them up near the fire and took his seat.
As the green-eyed man sat in the other chair, Gerald said,

 "Alright, let’s hear a decent pitch though,
If you can read my mind I want to know how that works.”

Kenneth smiled with a set of flawless teeth
that momentarily dazed Gerald with their brightness;
His own had decayed significantly due to his poor diet years before.

“The fact that I could tune into your inquiry is remarkable, actually.
Few of the people who visit these woods are coherent enough in their
psyche and in their heart, to really innerstand
where they’re coming from... or even what they’re saying.”

It was clear very quickly that they indeed, had much to discuss.