Full Counter

Nature’s Full Counter… Can you really hurt nature?

Yesterday, I was taken over by a deep sleep. It was so deep that I wondered why it happened. After all I wasn’t that exhausted when I went to bed. However, the interesting bit was how it only took the soft touch of a hand to awake me from this deep sleep.

I opened my eyes and stared him in the face. It was no other but the old man. He said, “follow me”. So I did as he said, dragging myself along till we ended up in the hall. There, I saw a little boy watching anime. I wondered who he was for there was no such boy in my house. I drew closer only to find out that he looked just like me and it seemed he hadn’t even noticed us.

I then looked at the old man for answers. He smiled and said, “that is the child in you”. What?, I was very confident I had awoken from my bed and hence my sleep too, but what was really going on?. The old man interrupted my thoughts with his words… “Stop over thinking, I awoke you in your dreams just to make you conscious in here. I didn’t do this feat so as to leave you amazed but to show you something that child in you has been trying to communicate to you for some time now. Sit down and watch what he is watching.”

I sat down and realized he was actually watching Nanatsu no Taizai (the seven deadly sins) one of my favourite Japanese animes. It was a scene where the villains had combined all their arsenals and were planning on hitting Meliodas (the hero) with it. One thing they had forgotten was that Meliodas had the ability to use “Full Counter”. Just when their most powerful attack was about ripping Meliodas apart, he used the Full Counter. Right then the anime was paused. And the little boy looked in my direction and smiled, seems he could see me now.

What is Full counter?, the old man asked. To which I quickly responded in harmony with the little boy, Full Counter enables its user to reflect attacks aimed at him back at the enemy, but with more than double the power; therefore, the stronger the opponent’s powers are, the stronger the user’s power becomes. “Well said, with this understanding, I will teach you the Nature’s Full Counter today”, said the old man.

Come and see, he pointed at something on a leaf. We were no longer in the house after he said “come and see”. So I drew closer and realized it was a caterpillar, it had destroyed all the leaves on that plant and it was almost done with the very last leaf. Just then, it was hit with something, something I couldn’t see but only sensed. It became very sluggish afterwards, till a point it could no longer move. Whatever hit it, hit it so hard, it began transforming, first into what we call a pupa and then a beautiful butterfly emerged. Right after it emerged, it started hopping from flower to flower like it had been punished to do that.

Did you understand what just happened?. No sir, I quickly responded. “Give me your hand”, he said. The moment our hands made contact, I understood everything. The foolish caterpillar, had purposed in it’s heart to destroy nature. Just like the villains it had also forgotten about Nature’s Full Counter. Unfortunately, what it had forgotten, hit it back so hard that it had to transform only to payback in multiple folds.

You see boy, the few leaves that the caterpillar destroyed, it had to payback in multiple folds by pollinating a lot of flowers and hence giving rise to a lot more plants! Don’t forget you can’t really hurt nature. You only end up hurting yourself more. Note that, nature here stands for everything with in it too, even your fellow man.

Be wise, for the wise learning this truth, only choose to hit life hard with the best of their goodness and love!

My eyes finally opened and I was back in bed staring at my ceiling and thinking, even though my body had remained in here the whole time, my “mind” had moved me around to gather up information that I needed for my wakefulness…

~ Full Counter

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Riddling

Oh Understanding where at thou?

Life seems to me like a riddle that most people haven’t gotten the answer to and some either don’t care or have given up on the answer altogether.

So I asked Him what the answer to the riddle was. He said Life was more than a riddle but if he is to answer it as one, the answer will be 3,6 and 9. He said no more after this.

So I wondered what this answer could possibly mean to me and the world. And after a while I remembered the words of Lexor Luther; a fictional man as far as life goes – “Some people can read War and Peace and come away thinking it’s a simple adventure story. Others can read the ingredients on a chewing gum wrapper and unlock the secrets of the universe.”

In this scenario I was like “some people” I hadn’t become like “others” yet!
Oh what is making “others” different from “some people”?

When the answer to the riddle is a riddle on its own!

~ Riddling ~

The Moonlit Path

“I’m in the dark but I now see the path lit by the moon”

It was a hot night with no form of electricity in my neighbourhood. Surrounded by darkness I stepped outside to stare at the moon. With so much darkness around me, I realized the only thing I could find easily in times like this was light. All other things, no matter how beautiful, great or marvelous they were, were hidden in the dark.

So I thought of all the things I was missing out on because of perhaps the darkness in me or should I rather say the little light I had. I also considered the very little I had seen so far and had formed all the basis of my existence on because of how dim the light in me was! For out here I see people with candles and some with flash lights and they can only see as far as their source of light allows them! Even though the things in the dark remained the same, they could only see as good as their light was!

Oh what then will be the best light for a man like me to behold all these things hidden in the dark? I wondered…

So I closed my eyes in order to reflect on my thoughts and not too long after that I heard the voice of the old man. I opened my eyes to behold him but to my surprise he was no where to be found. I closed my eyes once more and I heard him say, “Are you satisfied? Just open your eye and you will see the Light has been there way before the darkness!(For the Light shines in the dark and darkness understands it not) How can one see in the dark without light? Oh boy look for the Light first and with it, you can search for and understand all other things”

What is the Light? I quickly asked. To which he answered, “That which will make your eye useful! Stop groping in the dark and find that which will bring life to your eye” I quickly opened my eyes only to behold the moon’s smile and it’s final words, “I’m not the Light I’m only a source of light. The Light itself is a mystery understood by the source and the day you would find and understand this truth for yourself, will be the day you will know the Light and become a source of light too!”

There’s so much to be seen and understood by mankind. Become a source of light and help others see too.

“And those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky above, and those who turn many to righteousness, like the stars forever and ever”

~The moonlit path ~

I got nowhere

I know I haven’t been as silent as I should be lately. I have been quite busy with the issues of life or so I think. And thanks to this newly acquired trait, I haven’t been the effective scribe I ought to be as all I have been hearing from my masters is the the cold sound of silence. So I embraced my pride, for it was the only thing I felt was warm enough to shield me from the cold. And with it I came to believe that I didn’t need them, I could be my own master and write whatever pleases me, after all I can achieve whatever I set my mind to!

So I took out my pen and wrote down all the things that my mind allowed me to. They were so beautiful but whenever I showed it to the world, I realized how transient that beauty was. As transient as a beautiful flower plucked from its tree or like an archer who throws his arrow so skillfully that it attracts all the praises of men but ends up missing the mark! Why is this so? I wondered. And not too long after that, I saw someone signal me with his hand to come over.

When I got there, I was surprised to see the old man, he smiled as always and showed me a cage with a mouse in it. He told me the mouse was a talented runner, infact the fastest of all mice. He then carried the mouse and put it on its treadmill and when it started moving I realized why it was the fastest of them all. I was so impressed by its speed. And as if he read my thoughts, he said to me, don’t be impressed so quickly, watch and learn. He introduced a slice of cheese in front of the treadmill and immediately the mouse increased its speed. Then he introduced another mouse in to the cage and just as the fast mouse saw the other one approach the cheese, it intensified its speed even more. I was totally blown away by its speed but however it was the other mouse that got to eat the cheese

“Boy, what did this cage allow you to see?”, said the old man. I got to see the fastest mouse ever, it is indeed a talented runner. You have seen well, said the old man. This is the fate of all who don’t get to use their talents on the right platform. Like the mouse they are ever running but in fact go nowhere! Everyone sees how talented they are, like you just saw in the mouse, but all that work with their talent never truly pays off. Still wondering why your arrows missed their mark? It’s because you used it on the platform called Pride. And boy, pride is no different from the mouse’s treadmill! (you get to use your talent fully on it but in the end, it doesn’t really take you anywhere)

I quickly let go of my pride and humility came rushing in with the words; “You are just an ordinary boy, however when you are silent enough, you will hear either the little boy or the old man speak. Oh you are but a scribe of the two! So I went back to listening and what I heard, I heard…

I’m nothing by myself.

~I got nowhere~

Hello, have you met me?

I tried so hard to introduce myself to the world but it couldn’t look past the boy that was before it. I am hidden in this lifeless body of flesh, screaming out hello and no one seems to see or hear me…

Once upon a time, I stared at the world and all it’s contents with my eyes only. And guess what? I saw things as they were on the outside and came to believe that that was all they were made of. I unwisely began tagging and labeling these things by what I had seen of them on the outside. But this fairy tale of mine came to an end the very moment I was old enough to realize how some very beautiful things on the outside gave off very ugly vibes when they were approached. With this realization, I settled on the conclusion that, things were more than what they looked like superficially.

With all this in mind, I decided to stare at the world and it’s contents anew. And boy, everything was different, for I realized the real thing was mostly hidden behind the superficial. However what amazed me most wasn’t the fact that I had missed out on the hidden and real aspect of things but how I used to make fun of other people for what they had no hand in. Like how short, ugly or how big their eyes were. Funny enough that wasn’t even them, it was just their vessel. I was doing all this once upon a time because all I could see in a person was just what light allowed me to see.

From where I stand now, I am saddened as to how we humans can brag about superficial things like our looks (mere vessels) when we couldn’t even choose for ourselves the gender we came into this world with? Oh man, if you ever want to brag, brag about the things you had a hand in and if you ever want to tease another, tease them for what they have control over (so they can at least improve on whatever that is)

World, will you have another look at me now as I attempt to reintroduce myself… Hello, have you met me? And I’m not referring to this lifeless body and what it looks like!

Most people see with light but a few see with light and understanding!

~Hello, have you met me?~

Existential Angst

What is life that we should be here? Oh little spider, do you get to think of all this too?

I closed my eyes for a minute or perhaps more. Opened it again and stretched out my hand to have a look at it. In that moment I didn’t only see my outstretched right hand but also the little spider on my ceiling.

Oh see how real the spider is, how real I am and how very real the world is to contain us both. We were both trapped in what they call life and there was nothing we could do about it but to just exist (live if fortunate enough) as what we think we must be; to the spider, a spider and to me, a man. But what really is a man?

So I thought so hard and long about what all this could possibly be. And after awhile I wondered why I was thinking and why I could think and why I could think of myself thinking whiles I thought. Somewhere along that path, I unknowingly crossed the line that leads man to angst and not too far from that line, “my genius was rebuked” and my fear invoked.

Now I am thinking with fear and with it, everything seems utterly different (scarier) than it should be. For fear led me to the possibility that God could be as real as the little spider, myself and the world if not the only real thing in existence.

All these series of events led to a doorway and beyond it was the numinous experience (one like never before) and nothing material mattered at that very moment (I wonder if the little spider is always having this experience, because nothing material matters to it)

I am comparing this to my other days, and I am now very certain that ordinary days can never quench this thirst that I have!

Oh help me not forget this, for I become like any ordinary man when I do. Ever possessing but never truly becoming…

~Existential Angst~

The Eunuch

Where did my feelings go?
Seems I shoved them down the abyss, that one time my heart had to mutate, never to return again. Now everything is beautiful but it’s thanks to her that it’s so… Where are you wise one?

There was a time in the past that I met a lady. Nothing striking about her (I thought). She said alot of striking things that made no sense to me(thank God I was into mysteries). I could only see the light in her eyes as she went on and on (after all, darkness acknowledges light better). She realized I had to see in order to understand what she was going on about so she gave me her glasses. And from that moment I saw, for the darkness in my eyes was no more… But she insisted I had darkness in my heart too. To fix that she asked me to stare at her face. That was when my eyes met the most beautiful smile ever. And that smile lit up my heart…

Oh lady, you have made everything beautiful to me(this is why I now see beauty in all things).
And with the new state of my heart, I realized she wasn’t just the most beautiful lady, but the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Now, even though I stood, my heart fell terribly at her sight! And there was nothing I could do about it. She held my hands and I saw and understood how it was to get goosebumps without feeling cold. “Don’t let that beautiful heart of yours ever get dark again. I must leave, but now that you see, do well to find me in the world”, she said. I wanted to ask of her name, but my heart had already gotten the answer to that.

So I woke up and told the world my dream. That I had been tasked to find and marry her, whose name only my heart knew (Wisdom). And for that, it branded me a fool. But this fool wasn’t a fool at heart. For he knew exactly what he had seen and heard…

Thus the eunuch was born, for his lover only appeared in the similitude of a dream. And before she is found in this world, his heart will only beat but never work!

~The eunuch~

The feather’s wisdom

The inanimate speak to me sometimes. And when I hear them, I can’t help but share their message. For they have taught me how to listen through their silence (absence of words).

It is said that, a picture is worth a thousand words. So, today I will attempt to buy a thousand words and more with these pictures I captured.

I set my eyes on this feather. How white it was amidst it’s dirty environment. And it spoke to me without uttering words cos I understood exactly the message it had for me.

“When the world surrounds you with filth (evil). Do your best to remain white (pure) For the world needs to know what good is! Be like me boy, be like me!”

And thus spoke the feather without speaking to me.

~The feather’s wisdom~

San; The half-truth of the three

Everyone believes. From everything to nothing. To some, some things are everything to others they are nothing.

Boy, said the old man I have something to tell you, but before that I will have to show you something else. So he showed me two beings: one with x-ray vision and the other had visible light vision. They were both made to look at a dog and report what they saw to me. The one with the x-ray vision’s description was all about bones whiles the other went on and on about the many colours of the dog. Though they both spoke the truth, I could see how they unknowingly saw and understood in parts. The old man had introduced me to the concept of half-truth “Hear my half-truth now scribe. It will be of use not to only those who are in search of it but also those who can hear the voice of wisdom by reason of their understanding”, said the old man.

Every creation, is, because of its creator. It’s always like that, the creation can never be before the creator. However, every well-thought-out creation meets three components of the creator. The Will/Authority of the creator to create it, the Creativity/Power behind its creation and the Image of it in the creator’s mind before it is created!

If you be willing to take it, you will realize the Image can be said to be a creation (the first of all creation) because it is in itself a product of the Will and Creativity. However, like the creator, it is before all creation and the best any creation can be, is the image in the mind of the creator for that is its blueprint.

Now man, with this said, I have only led you to the door. Find the other half of this truth for within it can be found the key to unlock this glorious door. ~San; The half truth of the three~

Within the Dark night

From the glorious day, I entered the night. A night so dark and long. But in order to make good use of this darkness, I decided to do something, something that wouldn’t be affected by this darkness…

I sought the little light in me and with that, I pondered over how far I had come in life. From my entry to this current destination, is this all that life is really about? Is this all life has to offer? – To be born and age with time so as to be later embraced by death? For what? Hmm

Or should I flip this same coin over? Is this all I have to offer life? To move about as a boy? To learn and enjoy what I like and ignore the rest? To have dreams and chase after them? To set goals and fulfill them? To eat and be full? For what? Hmm

Of all the times, why should I be conscious at a time like this? Why should I be found no where else but here? Why should I meet or reach out to someone like you? Why are some embraced earlier by death? For what? Hmm

I have seen and experienced me and yet I want to be more than what I have seen. To be so much in sync with all the good out there. But before that, it seems I have no choice but to acknowledge the cards I have been dealt. For this game started long before I knew I had to play and before I knew it, I had no other but these very cards in my hand to play with. However, I’m not too concerned about winning or losing as I am about why there should be a game in the first place!

It will be time to wake up soon. For I will wake up with the sun. But now I get to wonder what I will do when the light comes. Will I play with the cards I have? Hoping to find the purpose of this game as the winning prize or will I continue wondering why I should play this game!

In the darkest of night, I write too.

~Within the Dark night ~