The Mystic

Prologue

Treasure scroll of the Lotus born Skydancer

Date ~ Spontaneously arising reality

Location ~ In a secret hidden land on Kailash, the holy mountain of Immortals, surrounded by pure snow, deep within the Lotus garden of the Mystics.

                      

May all who read this become changed and Victorious!

I inscribe this manuscript for those who sense the very fabric of existence who are aware of its twilight language in an ever shifting world. These we call signs.

Some humans may feel its swift approach for they are born to this path. Those barometers of the world are rare, yet they have always existed.

Some men say it is forbidden to know the secrets of nature because it offends God. Well, Gods come and Gods go as numerous as the flakes of pristine snow that fall upon this holy mountain of Immortals on which I dwell. The sun dips low, casting its final caress of clear light across my cavern dwelling place as the sky becomes an indigo vault. A eternal dance between light and shadow. The magical display of wisdom and emptiness.

There are many tales about me but I will tell you the truth because I was there and it is my story to tell.

I was born different to others, with a vast deep mind that knew nothing of my former existence, only that there had been some mistake with my birth and I told my parents at a young age, 

"I am sorry but I am not your daughter, I am a Yogi and I cannot remember how I came to be in a childs body but I am a Yogi and you can firmly resolve on that".

I mastered my Yoga at a young age and secreted myself away from the rest of the mundane world. I knew not why I had such a fire within me and such a hatred of death but it is fair to say I was born like this for a reason unknown to me in my youth.

The world was not kind to such a strange girl as I. I faced many horrors and battles.

It is said that when a returned bodhisattva is born in the degenerate age, that they will live hard lives and find no refuge for a long time and that darkness will chase their light and this is true. Pain appears to follows a Mystic like an unwanted curse. Then one day, despite being unaware of my true past or future I witnessed a promise written in an ancient text long ago that I knew nothing about at that time. It is said a Buddha will appear to his student as a promise in this degenerate age to light up the path and remind them of who they truly are and this I discovered by profound means was also true. What isn't written so clearly is just how fierce the path of resistance, ignorance and harm is that a Mystic will inevitably face on their return and yet, those harbingers of harm were unaware of the cosmic upheaval they would incite in their heedless pursuit of evil. I, a warrior Mystic was born from a path forged from the ashes of despair. It was they who forged a sword brittle with ignorance and by which they eventually fell to a stronger purified metal forged in snow and fire.

Like many who come close to the truth and face retribution for daring to seek the mystery, when tragedy strikes, you die from shock and grief deep within the heart and stay there or you transform and venture into an unknown path of hope without knowing where it will lead you.

Those who venture forth gathering inner strength despite all odds, who can perceive the profound and hear the whispers of its twilight language, those who walk in hope are warriors of love. A yogi is warrior of the mind.

They are called mystics.

I write this story down and seal it within my cavern. A streak of light in a blue sky dancing invisibly but there always, for one day it may change the world of humans, jinn and angels.

There is one thing you should know about magic and alchemy, it is this. At the heart of a mystic a fierce spark burns bright, smaller than a mustard seed, a true elixir of life. It carries a unified message expressed through myriad forms. It whispers, 

"Protect love at all cost."

May this treasure scroll meet with those in the future destined to read it.

Skydancer The Mystic
Master Of The Kaya Kalpa.

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