Journey to Enlightenment

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

The House of Great Intent

Caspian knew this was going to be a day like no other. He had been attending College for as long as he could remember. Many years ago, when teachers talked a lot about what the future held for everyone, there was much said about the turning stages in their lives.

He thought back to those times and smiled at how the early College ‘structuring lessons’ provided a route-map, when their whole lives in front of them seemed so daunting.

His Mentor had taken him quite by surprise! Caspian had simply asked what their next lesson would be about. His Mentor replied quietly, “It is time to move on! We will make the journey tomorrow.”

Caspian knew better than to be late, and precisely at the appointed time he was waiting at the driveway for the carriage to arrive. He didn’t have to wait long and in a twinkling, he was settling himself down on the seat alongside his Mentor.

Not much was said as they jollied along. Caspian’s senses spread to dream forth beyond the hedgerows and trees. The dappled shafts of light through the roadside tree branches sent him into a trance. The day played tricks on him and several times he was startled at what he thought were the figures of old acquaintances and past scenes at the roadside. But they were only real in his mind. He asked himself if the journey was meant to do that to him.

He disappeared into a sea of expectation, until the monotony of leafy wood smells and the constant creak of the coach straps finally brought focus back to the carriage. It seemed like several hours since they began, but it was really less than one hour.
Caspian didn’t get the chance to develop the thought further. His Mentor spoke again abruptly. “Well Caspian, soon you will be able to make your choice. I will only be able to help you from a distance now. You need experience, and for that, you must make your first choice of direction - alone!”

Caspian hesitated. He wasn’t sure if the words formed a question…or if he was just meant to reflect on them harder.
Mentor spoke again. “Do you know of the place where we will soon arrive?”

Of course Caspian knew! He and his friends talked often about it!
The House of Good Intent filled ‘Hope’ valley, where no one else lived for miles.
It was a building rising like a mountain into the landscape with a single access road that disappeared into its depths. Caspian had only heard of it, but its description flowered in his mind as he craned his neck from the carriage window to get a better look.

Caspian waited for fear to overtake him. The carriage was gone. His Mentor was still by his side, but the huge intimidating path reaching through the structure should have filled him with apprehension. There was only excitement!
There was parting advice. “ I will be there to advise you if needed, but you must go forward and find your route yourself.”

He turned and his Mentor was gone. The corridor was more like another underground roadway. He became aware of the many other people there, striding along with such intent. He moved along for a while and presently came to a large side entrance.
It opened to a huge room filled with noisy people. As he became accustomed to the atmosphere, he saw the whole place seemed like a party in full swing. His mood lifted even more as he saw how everyone was so friendly. At every turn he was invited to join with them, to dance or be merry.

He wandered about in amazement at the fest and marvelled at the homespun clothes worn by many there. Often he came across larger groups; each listening to a different spokesperson giving a lesson or lecture or speech on the merits of neighbourly Love and tolerance, and how everything there was absolutely free! They all urged him to do his own thing, in assurance of total peace; and no one would trouble him to pay for any of it.

Caspian stayed a long while and enjoyed himself. He supped and was merry. He lost count of the invitations he received to remain there. He felt happy and time passed without notice. But even Caspian finally reached his full capacity for love and brotherly tolerance. He was becoming weary and hungry. He wandered around and could find nowhere to rest. He could find nowhere to eat… In fact to his surprise, he saw there were ample provisions stored in different places, but there was no one there to prepare it.

His weariness turned to unease and then to discord. He noticed other things too. Just about everything there was shabby; the furniture, the decorations, and even the clothes worn by everyone. The walls were bare and beyond the people, the place was lifeless.

He moved closer and closer to the entrance. Someone drew close to him and asked him in a loving way if he was enjoying himself. He told them he was hungry and tired and wanted to know why everything under the surface was so shabby. The man said he should not trouble himself with such things and invited him to come on and join the party again.

When Caspian protested further, the man admitted there was no one there who knew how to take care of the things he had mentioned. There was no one organised, or who still knew how to attend to them… and in any case, as everything was free, who could expect the furnishings and such, to be luxurious. He said all would be fine, if everyone remained happy and loving. It was more than Caspian could take and he hurried back out of the entrance.

The corridor rolled on and on and at last another entrance appeared.
Caspian stood at the grand entrance desk to peer inside. It was another great room. To his surprise he realised in this room there was another huge party in full swing. There ‘were’ major differences. There were no fantastic decorations, but he could see there was food aplenty. He could see that everything was clean and modestly luxurious. He could see there were rest areas. He was impressed! He asked the attendant how much it cost to go inside.

Caspian had to endure the promotional welcome first. He was told the party was carefully arranged for his every need and enjoyment. He was told he would receive exclusive club Membership to ensure his well being. He was told that he could come visit free for the first day, but then for the very great privileges of his Membership there would be a fee; which he need not even think about that until he had sampled the delights.
Surely it was an offer he could not refuse!

Satisfaction gripped him again. The party rolled on. Everyone showed the same Love and friendship as before, but now he had eaten and was rested. He mingled and was accepted with open arms. There was not a posse of lecturers here; but there was one man who remained aloof, in his own exclusive section. This man was dressed in the finest suit and carried an air of loft authority.

At an unspoken moment the party music stopped, and more spectacular presentational music began. With a bang, fireworks exploded a shower of glitter into the air and everyone cheered. The noise settled down and Caspian saw how the finely dressed man stood high on a red-carpeted podium. His motivational talk brought the crowds to their feet. He spoke of the unity of brotherly and sisterly Love. He spoke of the unity of the Club and how all things would be theirs if all Members supported each other. He promised how all the benefits of the world would be theirs if they continued to follow his words and leadership. The people were ecstatic. Their leader spoke of the great teaching he was handing down to them from on high; and how perfection of experience would be theirs to claim soon.

To Caspian, all this was new. He had not yet learned the strange rituals, which everyone seemed to be following. Oh! yes, he had noticed! He saw how the crowd suddenly saluted in a weird way to their leader. He saw how the greeting was delivered in unison by most everyone there. He noticed also that every member wore the same Talisman around their neck as their badge of Membership. It carried a picture of their leader.

Caspian made his way back to the entrance and asked the Guard how much it cost to be a permanent Member of the club. The man replied that he would be expected to pay a weekly fee thereafter, …and to go forth regularly to find new recruits for their wonderful Party.

Caspian asked where all the promised gifts and gadgets were kept. The Guard indicated to the far side of the party hall. He explained there were catalogues there where he could choose what he liked.

Caspian asked again if he could talk to someone who had received their gifts.
The Guard drew back in astonishment. He said, “Don’t be silly, we have no place for them here where everyone needed space to enjoy themselves. Gifts are held back and in the future there would be plenty of time for everyone to enjoy these benefits.”

It took Caspian only a minute to put distance between himself and the Party Club. He ran back out the entrance and away up the passage before anyone could stop him.
Caspian was a weary Soul by now and almost walked past the next entrance without stopping

This was different again! Another hall greeted him and it was producing a cheerful hubbub from within. Curiosity got the better of Caspian and he pushed through the entrance doors. He was amazed. There were many people here also enjoying themselves. However, although visitors moved about freely, there were clear gatherings all over the place. In fact the whole vast room was filled with open teaching classes, dealing with everything that Caspian ever imagined. There were groups learning how to use wonderful devices and technology Caspian had never seen before. There were classes teaching all the different processes of the body, and nature, and machinery and all manner of things he had not thought of.

Caspian found if he stopped to listen here and there, the groups had organised themselves to help each other and whenever he needed to know something, as if by magic, another person was ready with an answer or with instruction. He lost track of time. He became engrossed in this and that, and his knowledge and understanding increased with every move. At the end of the room there were other closed doors. Occasionally, someone would break away and go through one of them, and did not return. This puzzled Caspian and he grabbed the opportunity to speak with another separate man who had been circulating and seemed available to answer questions from anyone.

Caspian’s queries were all answered quietly and readily.. The man told him that when visitors wanted to move forward to understand even higher things, they could choose which door to use. He also said that visitors were free to leave whenever they wanted. Caspian felt content and happier than he had ever been. He wanted to stay. He wanted to learn all there was to learn here. He wanted to Understand everything. He was in awe of the man he was talking with, for he knew he must be a great teacher.

But, a thought of panic gripped him.. He remembered his former experiences. He asked the man to explain how all this was on offer without charge. The man humbly explained that he was no great guru but just a Messenger, and that truly of course there was a price to pay for all that Caspian could see, but hastened to add that it was well within Caspian’s means. He told Caspian that all he had to do was to sign up for the long term lessons and all would be fine.

Caspian understood and said, “ Master I have chosen my path and I will gladly sign up for your long term instructions.”

The man looked kindly at Caspian and told him he had to sign up and pledge his total commitment to a true Master who was far greater than he was.
Caspian asked if he could see this Great Master.

The man gently led Caspian to a doorway. He put a beautifully inscribed Contract into Caspian’s hand along with a pen. He told Caspian he must go through the door to sit on the chair inside. Presently the light would come on, and he would finally meet the Grand Master for whom he would sign up to this great pathway.

Caspian sat as told. He laid the Contract on the desk in front of him, and as the door closed behind him to create total darkness, Caspian sat poised with the pen to get the task done. He was so excited to be about to meet the man who would be his ultimate Mentor in life.

Suddenly the light came on with a brilliance that filled the room. Every wall and every surface within the room was made of Mirror, and all Caspian could see, was his own reflection staring back at him !

Which path dear reader have you chosen ?



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