-- A moment with the Man --

... the man sits crossed legged in the forest on her floor of fallen leaves, listening to her sounds, her breath, her vibration, breathing in her scents, feeling her essence and reveling in the warm wrapping of the Mother surrounding him, he ponders over the events of his recent life. Sadness, darkness, anguish, pain, humiliation, shame, regret, suffering, feelings of being shattered, ripped open, torn apart and disrespected. He flinches deep in his core at the events of the past few months that have brought him to today. He reflects on the events of the past few weeks and realizes he had tasted hope, smiles, service, anticipation. He ponders over his movements, his actions, his words, his inflections and realizes that what he had hoped, was just that and that alone ... what ~he~ had hoped.11

He reflects on the words the girl spoke the other day " ... she has yet to have the melting of the knees upon meeting a prospective Master and feels there is more ... " and wonders at his own hope. Has he blinded himself with the raging storm of emotions that overwhelmed him? Did he wait too long to meet this girl? Should he have made the effort many months ago when he was first sparked by her? He shakes his head in an attempt to clear it. He knows that she too is in pain, suffering, shame, darkness, despair, and maybe, yes maybe even has anticipation. He understands that no one knows the Mind of the Creator, what exactly He has planned for each of His children. He can only hope, yes, only hope that when he meets her, there is a stirring within her, a blossoming of hope.22

Maybe, just maybe the Creator has made these paths cross for a working of companionship. Yes, he can only wait the time and look forward to the days arrival that marks the meeting of her. Yes, hope is what he has and hope is what his path is paved with. He bows his head and waits a time, then seemingly without effort he rises to his feet, spreads his arms to the Creator and whispers out his prayer. After a time, he collects his thoughts and makes his way back to her tree so that he may send her his thoughts of his time in the woods, hoping that she, the girl, the kajira, the person, also has hope of the same nature. ... 33

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... the day breaks again and he smiles, still here he muses, for how much longer he wonders ... he rises from the Mother and stands tall, stretches and lifts his arms to the heavens, raises his face to the Creator, his Father and greets Him in offering of a spoken morning whisper. He remains thus as his whisper ends and lets his heart, mind, ears, Spirit and Soul drink in any and all responses the Father may send to him. Lowering his arms, he settles himself back on his Mother and lets his senses become unclogged. He smiles, age is no longer approaching, it has arrived. He remembers his youth, the sharpness of his then being and knows he is no longer as he was, ... now he has to work at his sense of smell, breathing is not difficult, yet harder than days gone by.55

He hears well enough he muses and his sight, his sight is now in bad need of repair. He knows as well that taste is also dissipated, and then a chuckle bursts forth from his mouth as he knows that the taste of sweet nectar, the glorious taste of hot honey and it's aroma are still easily found. He leans forward and places both palms onto his Mother and closes his eyes, feeling her heart and drinking in her essence. Yes he muses, his touch is always a pleasure for him, bringing into him many energies indeed. With his hands as conduits he sends his own vibration to his Mother. ... 66

... he rises and stands on his feet, and stills himself ... catches upon the wind a message from the girl ... ponders on it. He wonders as to her thinking of the way of his Mentoring of the kajira. When he spoke with the girl, he had asked her if he fit the description of a Mentor to her, as he has been in conversation many times and has shown her many thoughts and descriptions in helping her shape her being. The girl had responded with a positive of this Title and so, he spoke of making it public that he may enhance that which he believes he is. A Teacher, an Instructor, a Guide, a Friend, a Truth Bearer, a Master. His desire is to help those girls inflicted with disaster by the posers. He is a Master and knows that struggling or even new girls need to Know what kajira is, are, and he helps them on that path. ...77

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Many things he believes, make the inner being pause, and most likely all have the same Title ... what if? ... What if he isn't the One and yet he is so close that a desire carries self into a fulfilled relationship, and yet she cannot surrender because he is not the One? ... what if He is the One, and she knows it, and holds back in disbelief and he vanishes because she didn't surrender ... what if he Is the One and his health fails and he leaves this realm abruptly and her Soul is ripped asunder ... what if he is the One and her health fails and it is she that departs ... could His Soul take yet another blow in such rapid succession. ... what if, oh what if, oh Creator, what if. ...89

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... He ponders his place, nearing the end of his 5th decade and rapidly at that. How much time remains to him, he knows not. This kajira, her words do attract him so. Is she indeed her words. He reflects back to his girl. How, in the beginning, the feeling flowed both ways, from him to her and from her to him. Words helped establish an attraction. Oh God how he remembers the pull. His heart soared, his Spirit Sang, and time made a meeting of flesh a Blessed event. Yes, her words made him forget his age, made him forget his health. Her promises made him young. He looks around for his girl through eyes filled with tear. Where is she, where are her words. His head bends and his tears kiss his Mother. After a time, he looks around again and thinks on the kajira's words ... is she really her words he wonders. Is she the person, the girl, the kajira he hopes she is. He smiles, knowing it will be a pleasure indeed, if this girl is as her words indicate. He Hopes. 911

... He turns to face the direction of her tree and raises a palm to her ... he lets out his essence and his recent thoughts flow to her so that she may see what his morning was to him, in thought. ... 1012

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... He moves through the forest on padded feet, barely a stir to give his presence away. He has just come up from the brook where he secured a few tasty fish for his morning breakfast. Walking through the forest, heading to his camp, he listens to the branches singing out their songs. The breeze is gentle, yet enough to make music all around him. The buzz of the multitude of insects and the singing of the branches, the smells of the plants and of the wildlife make him glad he is in the middle of this forest. His whole being feels alive and free. He looks forward to arriving to camp and setting his morning breakfast to cook. He thinks of the kajira, and wonders how she is doing. He hopes she is well. He misses going to her tree and having their brief conversations. Maybe he will walk by her tree today, and leave her some fish ....