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My skin was on fire; alii could do was moan, and bear it. As if in answer, a cool cloth touched my forehead; then a soothing odor filled my nomils. Me emotions vcry d ose to the surface, I fclt a teu run down my check. I reached up slowly and clasped the small hand that held the clolh. I was surprised by the voice of a girl - a young girl. I need clean sheets - now.
YI'1l need three cle. Thcn run back down to the truck and bring dIe oxygen. This might be a difficult binhing. D from incessant pain ro a mild throbbing. Tears stung my eyes. But no olle he: I remembered something Socrates had wid me about the search for ullimale meaning. I mUllered, berorc dropping off 10 sleep.
Mama Chia cleaned up,: He cried unabashedly. SSion told her that neither his thanks nor his tears would be adequate payment in Fuji's eyes - it was a matter of pride and honor - so she added, "I'd loye some vegetables when you harvest, You grow the best yams on the i. After a few more sips, the hands carefully smoothed some kind of salye oyer Illy f.
My headache was nearly gone, and my skin, though it fdt tight, no longer burned. I opened my eyes; the g: IS alone, on a COt, in the corner of a small, bill dc-. Light poured in through makeshift shades. A wooden chest sat at the fOOl of the bcd. A chcst of drawers stood against the far wall, Many questions passed through my mind: Where am 11 I asked myself, Who saved me? She had jet black hair and a k. Sachi for short - " "Who is Mama Chia?
She's reaching me about the kahuna ways. I drifted 10 Moloklli! It had been a busy wc: Sm her work called forrh an energy beyond thac of her physical body.
She continued down the p: Hh through the fOfCst. Her flowerro dress, still damp from a rain 5hower, bore spots of mud on its lower border. Her hai r dung to her forehead in wet strnnds. She pa. The late afternoon sun slanted in and lit the opposite wall. Feeli ng New Beginning. I tied to sit up tben thought bener of it. This was no dream; the p: The old woman set her cane against the wall, fluffed up my pillow, and gently pushed me back on the bed.
She wasn't smiling. She turned to the young girl. Why would I need sunscreen: Why didn't you tell me what I would need? She paused, puzzled and thought: MI s,1id. Mit ended with the words.
Chia dosed M her eyes; a mixlUreof emotions passed over her fa ce for a moment, thcn diS! Shaking her head 5adly. M The next p: I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. We laughed, bec: Still laughing. Here, my friends, students, p: Ilmost killed - call me Marna Chia. There is a mil,: Some friends helped carry you Ilere," "Where are we? If you had! Her words trailed off. I'm sorry for what you had to endure. I intended to give you a test of fuith, not set you deep-fried," she apologized again.
And how did you find me i. But I w. When my eyes somehow locked onto your message, a surge of electricity passed through me, I felt a sense of dminl'.. Why would you care? It's time you ate somedling-.
Reaching into her backpack. And I'd r. Its sweetness melted OntO my tongue; I inhaled its ;trom;l.. And it h3. I asked between bites, "So how did you find me - back in Honolulu? Mama Chia smiled. And now it's time for me to go and for you 10 rest. MThere's a bigger picture you don't yet see - one day you may reach OLlt to others Now close your eyes, and sleep.
The word sruek in my mind, and pulled me back to all incident years before, to a time with SOCl'"Jtes. We were walking back toward the Berkeley campus aFter a bfC'.
As Soc li nd I neared campus, a nudem handed me a flyer. I gbnced at it. II's about saving the whales and dolphins. Last week. What docs that have to do with I figured it was some kind of test.
A5 Soc helped me up, he s: Then your actions wilt have power. M Sachiko arrived with some fresh fruit and a pilCher of water. Then, with a wave, she said, "-lime for school,M and ran OUt the door. Soon after, Mama Chia entered. She rubbed more of the clean-smelling salve on my face, neck, and chest.
Lincoln once said that ifhe had six hours to chop down a tree, he'd spend the first five hours sharpening the axe. You have a grc:: It will take time, and require great energy. Soon I'll have enough energy. Boginning1 I lay back down, suddenly feeling like a burden.
MI really should go, I said. MDocs the di: Docs the neel impose on the swordsmith? Please, M Dan. Stay a while. I em rhink of no bClfer way to lise my energy. I've trained as a gymnast: I know how [0 work. And I did spend tirne with Socrates. MS ocra1cs prepared you for me; I'm to prepare you for what follows.
What do you do around here. I don't sec ally banks inlhc vicinity. For YOIl, no hat at all. KMost of the time, I help my friends. Sometimes I just sit and do nothing at all. Sometimes I pr. Seeing life from another point of view, if you know what I mean.
I could barely sec her through the open front door as she limped, swinging her cane, up the winding path into the: I leaned back and w.
I'd suffered a setback, but I had found her. My body dngled with a rising excitement. The road ahead might be: Barefoot on a Forest Path Tho deorc s! I found a knife and spoo n in Ihc dr: I reminded myself to slow down and chew. Feeling beucr after breakfast, I decided to explore my surroundings. Swinging my less o ver the edge of thc: Weak and unsrcady, I looked down al myself; I'd lost so much weight, my swim trunks nearly fell ofT. MI'JI c: I totrc: At least my kidneys were still functioning.
I stared at my face in an old mirror. With its Doz.
Parts of my back were still bandaged. How could that Iitlle girl Sachi bear 0 look at me, let alone louch md" M: I stayed in the shade of the cabin and trees.
The solid ground fdt good undC'r me, but my feet were: Without shoes, I couldn't go far. I won- dered if my backpack. If so, they might think I had drowned. Or, I thought darkly.
I'd hidden the pack toO wdl. I'd mention it to Mama C hia the next lime I saw her, which, as it turned out, wasn't to happen for several more days. I managed 0 walk up the tmil a little ways until f found a good vantage point. High above me. Far below, through the lush trees, I could just make out bits of blue sky. My cabin, I estimated, lay about halfway between the upper cliffs and the sea below.
Tired, and a linle depressed by my infirmity, I made my way back down the [ 'ail to the cabin, lay down. I ate Iropi. I suspected.
Mama Chi: Path 51 Early mornings and late afternoons, I started walking farther, hiking a fcw hundred yards inco che lush valley, up through the rain forest filled with the smooth-skinned kukui tree, the twisting banyan, the towering p3. Red and white ginger plants grcw everywhere among the delicate ammmlrlll ferns, and che red eanh was covered wich: At fiN!
I tired quickly, bllt I soon gOt my breath back, climbing up into he moist, healing ai r of the min forest. Bdow, a few miles away, sheet cliffs. How had they ever C3.
The next few mornings, tmces of dreams lingered in my awareness - im: My Strength was returning and. I had found Mama Chia: Now what? Whal did I need to leam or do before she would direct me to the next step of my journey? My bare feet were getting used to the carth. I walked quickly down the grode. TIlinking I'd have a little fun with her, and proud of my speedy recovery.
I hid behind the shed and peered our a" she emerged, punled. She was no longer there. Afraid that she hOld gone away to look for me. I stepped Out from concealment and was about to call her when a hand lapped me on rile shoulder; I mrntd to sec: I was going to, but - " "Then how did I know you were: My smmach growled as she: I don't know how she got it all into her backpack.
You r ally know how to cook. Her parentS must be proud of her. Nine years ago. I helped bring Sachi into the world. When she was four, I also welcomed her little brother. Barefoot on 0 forell Polh 53 "Soon after her brother was born, Iiule Saehi ixt,oan [0 ask her parents to leave her alone with ,he new baby. But she showed no s. The ' decided to allow it. They s: I'm starting [0 forger. IS joking. He said you'd hidden them well. First it takes your arm off, men it runs for hdp.
IS she walked me b Bar. Those who did believe in their existence were labeled 'crackpots. But 'invisible' is nOt the same as imaGinary. The secrets have never been hidden, rea. But wh:!. I'd like to hear more - " "And there's more: I'd like to tell you," she interrupted. Tomorrow we'll walk. I watched her swinging her cane and limping b:!. I yawned again. My strength was remrning; only a few scabs remained. I decided I would keep it for now. After filling up on tropical fruit and homc: I guessed - I mpptti outside, srripp showered in a warm, dre nching downpour.
The min p. After a brief greeting. She SlOpped a few times - once, 10 point out a colorful bird, another lime to show me:: After we a while, listening 10 the so llnds of mller falling into a pond. I ion was sparse after ,hat. We both h3d to concen- [[ate on our fooring along me perennially muddy trail.
On either side of us, hI. The ride had JUSt gone our, leaving the s: The relaxing sea breeze felt good on my face and chesi. Mama Chia st: IS if considering somelhing. Without further comment, she sat down on a mound of sand, crossed her legs, and said, "I nc: Perhaps later we can talk. I watched her for a few moments, then my: Feeling suddenly drowsy on this sullry day, glad for the shade of the sheltering cliff's, I stretched OUI on the blanket and closed my eyes.
And I had found her, against all odds, against ;ll hope. Life is amazing, I thought. Mama Chia's smi ling faee flashed before me, then vanished. In the blacknCS5 that followed, a human form appeared: Then, in the blink of an eye, I saw my own body appear within the circle, and it started spinning, cartwhc: Illuminated by the pale: I could scc all thi. Hing the belly region. I recognized this instantly as the Basic Self. Then my awucness rose above the head, where I began to sec a swirl of radi:: Flashe5 oflightning ripped the sky.
The wind wailcd, and trees a nle crashing down. Then the physiC: The Higher Self. The Basic Self now appeared as a child, surrounded by a reddish glow. It quailed and shrank back as the next fl ash of lightning lit iu face, revealing primal fear. The Conscious Self took rhe form of a gray robot, whose computcri1. Cd head glowed with electricity; it I found myself following The Three S,lves 63 it, and watched as it huddled mere.
Thc child seemed shy, and didn't speak. As 1 gazed at it, I felt myself dr. In a microsecond. Confused by myriad images of paS[ storms and associ: Hions going back lifetimes, I huddled instinctively as fearful picturesa patchwork of genetic memories - nashcd through my childlike awareness. What I lacked in clear logic, I improvised with primal instinct.
I feI! In my wildness and fl eshiness. U world, completely at home in the body. I had little means to perceive refined beauty or higher faith; I knew only good feelings and bad feelings, Right now, I fdt a compelling need for guidance. I needed the Conscious Self. JW[ then.
Resentful and feel ing unapprtCiau: I nudged it to get its attention. Why didn't it listen to me?
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After all, I'd found shelter first. It still ignored me; I pushed it and slapped it. Furious, I ran outSide: In the next instant. The child [ had been now appeared as a distraction.
I formulated, a solution to appease it. JuS[ rnen. I set this problem aside and walked stimy into [ne forest. Umroubled by emotions or sentiment. I saw the forest in shades of gray. Beauty to me was a definition.
I knew lIothing of tile Higher Self, or faith. I sought wh: The body to me was a necess,1ty burden. I was immune to rhe vag. And yet, withom the pl: I sterile world of prohlems and solutions. My awareness awoke, as iffrom a dream. S alice 3g: I broke free of the Conscious Self. From my new V: I saw both the Conscious Self and the Basic Self with their backs 10 each other. If only they were together. I appreci: Conscious Self.
But withom the inspiration of the Higher Self, life felt insipid. As I rc3lizcd this. I heard the Higher Self caUing me fro m somewhere in the fo rcst. I recognized this longing as one I h: For the first time, I knew wlm I had been searching for. The - Higher - Self-;, - '" - illusion. Again, I snapped back into the Conscious Self and saw one reality - then rebounded back into the Basic Sdf and felt another. Faster and f: TIlen, gl': II sky fum ing pink and purple above a calm sea.
And ncarby sat Mama Chia, unmoving, g: RUT I wa. I knew [his:: I now underuood that the physical symptoms I had experienced back home - the infections, the: I saw how fu r I still had to go.
I'm okay," J stllrted to answer, then stopped mysdf. I don't fed all right. I fed drained and depressed. Now you're back on Ihe right track. My Higher Self vanished. Why did it leave me? Where do I go from here? Still full of unanswered questions, I followed.
The sand lurned 10 stones and eanh as we climbed up a sleep p3eh: I turned and looked back at the cove, slightly below us. The dde was coming in. I blinked and looked again. Where the figure and circle had been, I thought I saw three figures - a sm.. At first I thought 1 was sTili dreaming. I stumbled into the bathroom. Dripping wet, I stepped back inside and grabbed a towel. It muS[ be nearly noon.
Did you miss: Arc 'ou going to help me See my Higher Self? What you saw came from the Inncr Records. I followed her to 3. You scc - " She interrupted me. L'i tOO many surprises. Hion, on the other hand, Il: S value.
IS a gardener and handyman man of his life. But photography w: I neyer saw a man so pa. Yem ago. Fuji especially loyed J,tndscapes: He kept the negatives in a locked file in his office. IS well:: IS most of his equipment. Hion of creative work - a wta1 anu irreplaceable loss.
I-iifi "lId Itlmltd to Itt lifl;1I a diffmnt way. Every day, when he got up, he saw a world oflighl and shadow, shapes and teXlures - a world ofbeaury and harmony and balance. His realization mirrors that of the Zen masters who share with their studenlS that all puhs, all activities - professions, sports, arts, crafts - serve as a means ofimern: Once you gCI across, you no longer nttd Ihe boat.
II me. Then she sighed wistfully. What happened? I believe it was healing for him, aftcr In any case, he was called elsewhere. And so was r.
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So we never - well. U1, 00 - la IC: W]"H was his rCl l name? Surdy nor everyone called him 'Socrates. Bur it's for Soer,lres 10 sh are the rest. Preoccup ied, I h;mlly tasted the small ch unks of bread, the nucadamia nuts, o r the fruit I con.
As tlu: Srmnge, I reflecled, J used [ I li ke being al ne. But after floating out on that surfboard - when I thought I miglll never see anot her human being ;rgain. And now - s m eth ing My thoughts were interrupted by a bright "Hi! Snchi hoppe,l,. How're yo u feeli ng? Y lu've drop ped in. Doing Illy best to keep up, I saw her up ahead, ap pea rin g ;md d isl ppc: By the tillle I ca ught up wi t h her, she was sitting on l I: As left, I he!
MS hc teaches me a 10, of thi ngs. The reH or th e afternoo n pa5. Ami Saehi learned: I spotted a bright fed flower growing neHby, and on impu lse I pi cked it and pb eJ it ill her hair. I'm glad YO li 10 l'iSH. Touching th e fl ower, S: Than b fOI' showing me a H cartwheel.
She ran up the tr: Chia arrived the next morn ing, I was ready and waiting, lossing pebhle-s at a tree. Mama Chia W: The forcst was silent, except for the cry of an occasional bird, and my rhythmic tread, beating a ollntertempo to ber swinging cane and limping gait.
She StOPped every now and then to admire a colorfu l bird or to point out an unusual tree or small waterr. By late morning, my conce: She stopped, turned to me: Ikeso why do I feel like I've done nothing? I have this sense that there's something else I'm supposed to be doing.
It drive. And even after my training with Socrates, my life feds like iI's falling apart. I used 0 believe that if I [earned enough.
I know Ihere are peoplc a [01 worse off tllan I am. I'm nOI being victimized by anyone: I'm not living in poveny or hunger or oppression. And this feels ju. They just take different fornu. ST, the trees minncd Ouf; dl: I sliprW now and then. Mama Chia, Ihough slow paced, W: No matter how smart, how strong, a single individu: No one is sma. He could only teadl you what you had CU'S to hear or eyes to sec.
He could not awaken you - ,ou weren't yet rC: He established a foundation so that now, even if yo u Cl ll'[ always hear, you're at lea'll willing to listen. Ifhe hadn't done his work well, you would never h: You found me.
That's how these things work. Who can say? Green treetops stretched almost as f. The moist, humid air dampened my arms and fort: As J wiped tht: Like it or t. MO ur lives are like: We appear so fragile. MBut flowers grow slowly. I don't feel I have that much time. It's not easy. You want to act because that's what you have been trained to do. But first understand. Somccimcs you need 10 5imply relax into life. You have pleoty of lime to accomplish what you wish. Whatever 'it' is.
When you feel like you're going nowhere, stagnuing. You have to go beyond bel ief ro direct experience. Consider it for yourself.
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Ask your inner knower; your Basic Self knows Eyes 01 Ihe Shomon 79 - it has already told me that you're about to make the Ic: But it could be far casier if you weren't still stuck in your drama, so seriou.
You're like a gnat on a TV screen, Dan - all you see is a bunch of dou. Optn your eyes! There is a bigger picture. Each of us has our role to play. YOII are playing your pan to perfection. You're searching for your path in life even as you walk upon it. For now. We're going 10 prepare you the same way we're climbing this mountain - aile step at a time. I felt encouraged by her words, bur my body, feeling the exertion, was growing weary.
Yet Mama Chia somehow limped on and on. The air grew Ihinner and our breaching more bbored wilh each scep as we climbed toward ,he peak of Kamakau, aimosl five Ihousand feet high. With a wave of her hand, Mama Chia directro my eyes to an incredible panorama of the island of Molokai. Turning slowly around. The edge of the sky Wal ablaze with co lor 3S the sening sun pailllcd the clouds red, purple. We'll camp ne: She led me to a small wlucrfall, where I had no idea.
We made a fire: Served with SfJme raw vegetables, the yams tlUted:. We made OUT beds of a thick moss, and put some A few nights ago, the face of an old friend appeared to me. He was a student at O berlin. He wid me th: But he died JUSt the same. Sometimes children's wana run counter to their needs.
People turn to God when their foundation s an: The conscious mind cannot alWOlys foresee what i! S silent for a time, bur then I heard her voice again: Now I have physiClI challenges - painnll at times, but every ch: One gift is deeper oompa.
Basic Selves, like children, are loyal: They may ft'ccive a lot of abuse. But when they've: She didn't need 10 fini sh her sentence. In the silence, I asked, "If tile B: M wThen medicines don't rcally maUer. Opening the: Basic Self understands. So does each color. Or dancr:. JI mystery. But as we sct in closer IOuch with our Basic Selves and thc subtle forces 31 work, we: Pmyer alone nlay nOI be enough; also do what you can [0: Fmncis C: Where did you Ic: But hc: Finally, she answered, ''I'll think on it tonight.
Perhaps I'll tell you some of my Story tomorrow. We still have a long hike ahead. Though I hadn't regained my full StrengTh. Mlcr a s! A5 we walked, I once: She began: Like this island, 1 have a rich heritage. Nonetheless, as a young girl I felt fatigued most of the time. J was confined to bed much of the time and couldn't: I fdt that he really cared nboUl me. That day, thoush I dido'[ know it.
Old me inspiring stories, paiming beautiful pictures in my mind. Papa Kahili look me on many journeys. But he fold my parents, and me as well, tim! I would nev.: This dark prediction troubled my parems morc th: At Ihat age. And besides. He was parI of the sccrt': The history book, would never lell or him; yet, in our smaller world. MAt the turn or the century. I immersed myself in what I had missed in my early years: I socialized: But eventually.
I had always felt different from adler prople. I had ahV'Jys believed this sense of not belonging was due to my illnesses. But even now t felt like a stranger even among my rriends.
They enjoyed noisy social gatherings and talking of things that held little meaning for me. I prererred sitting in the moonlight among the trees and scars. A Well-Rounded Womon 87 "I thought that maybe all those years confined to bed, in solitude, and all my reading had made lIle Ihoul: Jlllful abour orher things, bigger issues.
But later it seemed as if I had some kind of foreknowledge, as if I had always known or sensed things others did not see. I began to spend more time alone. When I was nineteen, my father died suddenly. By this time he was very old. He told me that Spirit was calling my mother. After th: I was alone. Gathering my COUr. So, he adopted me into his family. I took special tmining as: After seeing my parems die, I wanted to welcome more life into the world. In this way, I could participate in the miracle of birth, even if tbe babies weren't my own.
I was sene an invitation by an unusual man to meet with a E? I made the long journey westward across the Pacific by steamship. I was met by: I joinro this g: And what W;LS his rell mIme? I walkec. Until I realized something: If , were in your twenlies back ,hen", and now it's ", then you're: I don't believe it - " "And I don't keep track of such things," she said, "How old would you be if you didn't know your age:? I'm glad I waited umill could see with the eyes of my hearl.
I think it's one re;J. You have to lose your mind before you can come to your senses. A motorcycle accident puts his training on hold and kicks him out of the Qualifiers for the Olympics. Socrates explains that each setback and disaster has a deeper meaning than the one appearing on the surface. Uplifted by words of real wisdom, Dan decides to come back stronger than ever by following a strict life-routine manifested through diet , physical training, mental training, alertness, etc.
Dan begins to explore the wonders of the cave and is finally able to see what Socrates has been telling him for so long. Thanks to Dan, they win the first place.
His reactions about the achievements are not the same as they once were. The journey is what brings us happiness, not the destination. On the spur of the moment, Dan quits gymnastics. After finishing his education, he realizes that he needs Socrates now more than ever.
Nonetheless, the old-man keeps Dan at a distance, by telling him to start looking answers somewhere else for the time being. A failed marriage added to work disappointment makes him eager to dig up the end of the story.
He ends up selling everything, and heads towards the mountains, to run into happiness and lay fingers on his new sense of self. Surprisingly, Dan somehow knew that he would bump into Socrates, he felt it, it was the only option one can think of. Dan admits that it took him awhile to embark on this adventure. Socrates makes the final test, by taking Dan to a cave with an idea to examine his willingness to live the life of a warrior.
There, Dan witnesses his own death and realizes that he is not the body, but the soul. Dan realizes that nothing is worth the tears and the discontent. This life is not about suffering, but about discovering your eternal self, which radiates blissfulness. He ends up marrying Joy, — and living in joy! Like this summary? Click To Tweet A warrior does not give up what he loves, he finds the love in what he does. Click To Tweet Everything you'll ever need to know is within you; the secrets of the universe are imprinted on the cells of your body.
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I pushed off. This life is not about suffering, but about discovering your eternal self, which radiates blissfulness. I formulated, a solution to appease it. At the fourth bank of the day. No one is sma. Sometimes children's wana run counter to their needs. Whal did I need to leam or do before she would direct me to the next step of my journey? Readers join Dan as he learns to live as a peaceful warrior.. YI'1l need three cle.