Impatiently, she blurted out, “All I know is that my husband and children are my world. How could I seek this ‘deeper happiness’ and not compromise my feelings for them, even if my family is temporary? I don’t.” see what you mean. I can only see what is right in front of me; my family and the happiness they give me. That’s good enough for me. I’ll take care of whatever comes next.” And she started to cry.
A Juan could see that this woman partially understood the Reality in her heart by the tears that flood us when we face her. She recognized the truth of this precious “moment in time” when she was surrounded by her loving family and she was not worried about the future at all. But she would have to experience more of life to acquire the wisdom that comes with the freedom of a happy moment.
She saw herself and her family as permanent, joy-producing, and real, the exact opposite of the three characteristics John discussed, stating that things are transient, full of discontent, and absent of any underlying reality. If she really understood this, then her family would be a momentary delight to her, a true freedom, and not something she depended on for her happiness. Because if her family disappeared, what would happen to her happy moment?
In her current state of mind, a John would be unable to convince her that one day she would be able to see beyond her close ties to her family, and when that happened, their love would become universal in nature. She would provide him with a more satisfying experience regarding her family because her concern and her fear of losing them would disappear, freeing her from the impending pain that would inevitably have come at the end, when she was separated from her loved ones. She assumed that the deeper happiness John was talking about would somehow be an abandonment of her family, but in truth, it would be a divine embrace.
Any indication from a John that she might be wrong in her assumptions would be threatening, of course, so if he were to teach her more today, he would have to be very wise and compassionate, and choose his words carefully. John’s job was to communicate candidly and skillfully what her inner workings revealed, and he hadn’t given up on her yet.
“A woman in town recently had some problems with her husband. Do you know her?” John asked.
“I know Sunan quite well.”
“When she became suspicious of his indiscretions, she freaked out, didn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“She was threatened with losing everything, and her expectations and the security of their relationship were in danger of being shattered. situation.”
Yes, she told me about it.”
“Her only options at this point,” John said, “were to take the easy way out, which is to ignore her suspicions completely and let that little doubt of uncertainty eat away at her, or to get to the bottom of it.” , which would require extraordinary courage because you could lose everything.”
A John decided to go a little further. He could see some potential in this frightened rabbit and he knew that what he said in the next few minutes would be crucial to her in future lives.
A John continued, “Sunan suspected that her husband was cheating on her, not unlike our suspicions that the world is cheating on us, but she was afraid to look deeply into the matter. She had a very comfortable life that she didn’t want to interrupt. Likewise , we feel that happiness will be ours too if we can find that perfect situation, and when we believe that we have discovered the ideal circumstance, we believe that it will never change and that it will last forever, she would be forced to give up the perception of their wonderful relationship, and no doubt it would all fall apart. This was a very painful decision for her, and as we both know, she stood up to her husband and now they are separated. Why are you doing it? Do you think she stood up to him instead of ignoring his alleged indiscretions? and keep your comfortable life intact?
The young woman lowered her head and whispered, “Because I had to be sure.”
A John was silent for a moment, his vacant eyes looking at this young woman who had great potential. “Yes, because truth is better than uncertainty,” she said. “The initial dismay she may have felt was pushed aside by a vindication, evidence of something she always knew deep in her heart but was afraid to face, and she was finally set free.”
John bowed to her and concluded by saying, “I hope my words will one day prove comforting.”
The young woman clasped her hands in front of her, bowed, and left the room. And as she did, A John whispered to me, “She will make great strides in this very life.” Somehow he knew about these things.
After lunch the next morning, I said goodbye to my many friends in the community, and when I said goodbye to John, I asked him if I could drop the “a” and call him “John” just once. His eyes sparkled and he said, “Sure.”
“Goodbye, John,” I told him. And somehow I knew we’d never see each other again. I was forty-seven years old.
With Conqueror capering behind me, I walked out of the iron gates one last time, past the wonderful towns and people who had helped me for so many years. He had come to know their triumphs and tragedies, as these simple farmers traveled on this wheel called life. They had a unique way of finding happiness within their own little world. . . And they had captured my heart.
Following John’s instructions, we continued north until one afternoon, in a heavy storm, I reached my first landmark: an ancient abandoned temple once used by the ancients for their sacrifices and rituals. The ancient structure was circular in shape, the color of heavily tarnished greenish-black brass, and looked very sinister in the lightning and storm fog. A thick, brown mold covered the ceiling, and vines and vines grew up the sides.
I experienced a strange sense of impending doom as we approached the eerie structure, almost hidden in the darkness of the forest. Conqueror must have felt it too because he bolted away and refused to continue. The warlock’s warning in the hut came back to me: “Oh, . . . and watch out for the temple!” However, sensing no imminent danger and being the warrior that he was, I continued on foot to take a look around.
I approached the temple through a long, deserted, overgrown path until I came abruptly up against the crooked front door. I pried it open, its rusty hinges groaning loudly just as Conqueror neighed a warning from a safe distance, and an icy wave of musty, stale air for some reason shivered down my spine. I cautiously entered the hallway, and through the damp, humid environment, I could make out a large room and something sitting on a wooden chair. His back was to me, facing a fireplace with only a few lazy flames licking the air, and though I couldn’t see his face or hands due to the black robe he was wearing, I could make out his bony bones. and creepily decrepit form, which was, in a disconcerting but intuitive way, vaguely familiar.
I certainly wasn’t afraid of anything supernatural anymore since my episode with the cobra, so I jovially said, “Hello! Are you some kind of demon or ghost? If you are, you can save your time and energy if you think you can.” scare me I was a great warrior, fearless of nothing, and now that I am a key finder and a warrior of the heart, your skinny old body is nothing but comical.
The hooded being laughed in a voice that sounded like it came from deep in a well, and as old as the earth itself. “Are you alone now”. he said.
The words were strangely intimidating and echoed throughout the old building followed by deafening silence. He was right: I was alone and, for some mysterious reason, an unknown feeling of despair took hold of my heart.