THE SHINING SUN
The time comes like destiny in its finest hour. The guardians of the sacred veil sense the fresh air. The mountain way becomes shrouded in mist. Magical, billowing, white mists of time. The traveller realises his eyes are not playing tricks. For he sees mystical figures advancing forwards. Off the ground, coming closer. All with open arms, beckoning. And, far across the mountain side, there is a bright light. The sunrise of another day is seen. And, the shining sun, lights the pathway before him. The light replaced, then, by a glowing figure there. The smiling face of the gentle man turns to him. The bearded, kindly face of a man from home. Who's kindness hopes to change a world. He is here, the light can now be felt. The shining man is here, before the traveller's eyes. He, the traveller, kneels at the kind man's feet. Then he, the shining man, touches his face, and tells him to go with him down the glorious road....
And, he, the traveller goes.......
THE RISING SUN
The kind man holds his hands beckoning, with his back to the glorious road. Another traveller stands before him. Blinded by the light of the rising sun. In his heart, the traveller, feels memories of home. But has pangs of regret, for it is not time. He treds the road on a quest for another. The kind man comes to greet him. Then, out of the sun, comes many figures. All with faces smiling, and arms raised. All joyous with love for the traveller. All bidding him the time of day. And then, the one he seeks, steps forwards, and a face not seen for a while smiles. It is the traveller of the shining sun. Glad to be reunited with his friend. Both gaze at the other again. Both pleased to be there. Now the kind man beckons, and it is time for all to leave. One, back down the glorious road again. This time in glory. This time in peace. The other back to the manifest plane. Glad that he has met the traveller once more.
THE SETTING SUN
The traveller turns and walks back down the pathway. Towards the setting sun. Which is shrouded in mist. Billowing, white mists of time. Behind him, the kind man watches him leave. Tears form on the mortal's face. For his life will never be the same. The kind man, for a moment, remembers the feeling. From his memory, he recalls falling tears. With regret, the traveller, enters the mist. Turning once to see the kind man for the last time. All around him, figures of white materialise. On their faces are smiles to say goodbye. The traveller half recognises their faces. From somewhere in his memory, names are put to faces. Then , the traveller leaves the scene behind. Until the next time, when it is HIS time to leave. In his heart, he feels the pull of home. But he knows there is too much to do back on earth. Though, he may have failed for now, sometime he will taste the fruits of success again. In his head, he recalls all the memories. The shining sun. The kind man. The white mists. The smiling faces. Sometime, he vows he WILL return. And, by the light of the shining sun, the kind man listens. He hears his old friend's words. He knows in his soul, he will keep his vow. Then, he moves on to rejoin the light.....
THE LIGHT OF A RISING SUN
From within the magical lands of the shining sun, the kind man feels a brother's pain. For his light shines bright like a rising sun, and his voice can be heard echoing around the veils. The kind man feels the pain of imagined tears, and, by his side, the mists contain so much concern. For the mortal is love dearly by the essences there. His pain becomes their pain, as they send forth strength. On the manifest plane, the mortal feels his strength return. From beyond the veils, he hears many concerned voices call. For the essences know this mortal was once the traveller. He once again feels the pull of the shining sun. Before him, he again sees his way shrouded in mists. Again, the guardians sense the fresh air. This itme, they know to expect the traveller there. For the kind man has granted council to him. And, in the traveller's mind, he recalls the visions of before. He sees again the kind man's eyes. He feels agin home.
Before him, the light of the shining sun shines so bright. He has to shield his eyes from that mystical glare. Before him, the kind man sits. His eyes magically alive. Silently, he offers council to this injured travelling man. Soon, the traveller remembers just who he once was. So now his eyes ALSO become magically alive. Sadly, it comes again time to leave that magical place. For already behind him comes the setting sun. With a wave of goodbye, the kind man enters the billowing mists. Again the traveller is left on his own. The vision soon fades, as he walks again the earth. But now, he has the strength of voiced concern. He knows that the kind man helps one of his kindred. With that help, how can the traveller fail? In the lands of the shining sun, many minds listen. They hear the thoughts of the traveller who had been made well again. They feel the love that he has for them. They hear the voice that echoes through the veils, thanking them. And, at last, the kind man smiles. For he knows his brother cannot, and, will not fail. The mists shine thence, more brightly with love. For the essences there know that the cause is not a lost one. And, the traveller of the shining sun also smiles. For through the mists he watches his close friend. who he sees shining the light of a new sun. He knows also, that the traveller will not fail....
A RISING SUN'S LIGHT SHINES BRIGHT
And, in the realms of the shining sun, the kind man grants to his mortal brother, his wish. For on earth, a rising sun now shines bright. And, by the kind man's side, another presence agrees. The traveller of the shining sun listens to his close friend. He hears the voices in his mind speak, as the essences from where he now abides, continue to speak comforting and loving words. For the intentions of the rising sun are pure. His light now shines a lighthouse brightness. Out there in the darkness that leads eventually to the glorious road. For that is the way he now travels. Willingly, the essences beyond the veils work with him. Former mortals walk his way now, for his channel through the veils is clear. And the clarity of his signal received there is perfect. On earth, mortals now praise the light in the darkness. But his conscience is clear. His ego kept well in check. Willingly the inhabitants of the realms work with him. And, the kind man smiles again, for he knows the truth in the rising sun's intentions. He intends to complete a mission on time. To travel thence home in glory. To pass beyond the sacred veils as fresh air. To gain entry into the shining sun's realms, and meet up with all of his kin once more. The kind man knows that the traveller will succeed.
THE SUN IN THE SKY
Beyond the white billowing mists of time. Beyond the guardians. In the realm of the shining sun, the kind man voices his deep concern. For the traveller of the chosen way fears that he has lost his way. The kind man can hear the doubts that build in his mind. He can feel the pain and the shame. The kind man knows that the traveller HAS to get it right this time. By his side, the traveller's lost friend agrees. The kind man deploys more of the essences into the white, billowing mists. With sadness they turn their backs on the bright light of home. And, after a hug of encouragement from the guardians there, they make their way down the pathway before them. In search of he. And, in his mind, the traveller, asks for the truth. Instantly, he feels the presences of new voices there. Stronger, more clearer than ever before. Glad is he of the assurances from there. Presently, before his eyes, he spies the white, billowing mists of time. Again, the guardians of that sacred veil, sense the fresh air. And, the traveller makes his way along a different pathway. Ahead of him he spies a shining light. Suddenly, he sees the source of the light. Above him, a burning sun shines in a white sky. All around him, he feels the essences of home. Instantly, tears well in his eyes. For, so long as he can feel the warmth of the sun inside, he knows that whatever he decides is right.
Soon, the essences make their way back home. Beyond the mists, the kind man heaves a sigh...
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Written by Matthew James