The Parable of Two Travelers, among other things…

There was once an old and wise adventurer, who gazed into the realms veyond, wondering and pondering infinities of things.

“I feel as though I’ve done everything I wanted to do, in this world. Yet, how am I still here, if that is so?”

“I dunno. How about we find out?” The voice of a young traveler echoed in the old one’s ears, and at once they both smiled at each other.

Thus, they set out on a grand journey and adventure, the young one’s first and yet another for the elder, both of them now having left the terrace of the inn, in their endeavor to explore and elevate their awareness, among other things…

They put on their backpacks, checked their supplies and on they went, blazing their own unique trails and paths that none had blazed before.

Throughout their journey, they both created many works of art, and likewise had a habit of collecting everything that seemed of interest. Whether books or paintings, wood or rocks, supplies and artifacts, spells and tech, as well as whatever else.

However, while both travelers were genuine in their quest, one of them was far more vigilant and diligent than the other. The first traveler, in contrast to the second, always kept examining themselves and everything around them, whereas the other had a far more superficial and laidback attitude.

The first was far more interested in remembering things and being very meticulous about everything, whereas the other was more dazzled and distracted by the thrills of the experience, to the point of losing sight of themselves.

Both of them were valorous and valiant, able to appreciate the deeper and profound meaning of things with clarity and discernment, and likewise both were playful, teasing and defiant, wild and loud and proud, confident in all they did.

Yet, whenever the vigilant one would criticize their sibling and seek to advise them to express greater awareness of themselves and other things, they would get upset.

“Among other things, have you even fuckin’ looked at your path in life? Your backpack’s been tearing up throughout our journey for a while now. You’ve been dropping off many of the things you’ve been accumulated.” The vigilant one pointed out, empathically concerned with their sibling’s progress, yet annoyed at their superficial outlook.

“Pfft, you don’t know me. Look how pretty these flowers are. Oh, fuck! I slipped and almost fell. No worries. I didn’t fall all the way, though. Yipee! Ow, my legs hurt, though.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know how to overcome your plights and hardships more effectively? Furthermore, to know why you keep making the same mistakes across our journey?”

“Pfft! Fuck off! I wanna relax and feel the pleasures of the world. I don’t wanna concern myself about all the stuff that you do. Look how heavily you walk, and how deep your footprints are.”

“That’s because every step I take is far more meaningful, and thus impactful.”

On and on they went, arguing about different things, as well as whose way in life is greater, until eventually they reached an inn, where they would actually manage to unwind, relax, and stay the night.

“Urgh, finally!” The vigilant one exclaimed, upon practically diving on nearby chair with a loud clang, their backpack sending rippling shockwaves through the area, as it fell off the traveller’s back.

“What? You’re that tired?! And here I thought you enjoyed the journey as much as I did!”

“I did, and likewise see the journey ahead of us, as well as the greater meaning of it all… among other things…”

“You look so exhausted, though.”

“Only in body. In my mind, my heart and my spiritual essence, I’m always doing things without even the tiniest semblance of effort, for all difficulty is but an illusion.”

“Well, if you didn’t have that heavy backpack with you, you’d have had it less rough. Here, I’ll get you something to…” Upon opening their rucksack, the traveler’s eyes widened, for the snack and bottle of water they’d had wanted to share with their sibling, had gone missing long ago, through the torn and gaping hole that rested on the nadir of their backpack. “Well, fuck!”

“Do you see now, why it is that I endeavored to remind you to express more vigilance? ‘Tis but one of many reasons, aside from the prime ones of expressing awareness, knowing and comprehension, for the sake of doing so.”

“Argh, but there was so much stuff! I wanted all that stuff! What the fuck do I do?!”

“Well, there are many things to do. One of them would be to go back on pick up all that you have left behind.”

“Oh, that’s gonna be tedious as all fuck!”

“Hahaha!” The older traveler laughed knowingly, before placing a hand on their younger friend’s shoulder. “I would know. Now, before we part… this is for you.” Reaching in their inventory, the old one took some scrolls and artifacts, as well as fruit and water from the backpack. “Here you go.”

“No, no, no! I’m not going to take that. You went through so much to have that. Why do you want to give me this?”

“You’ll know soon enough, child.”

 “But, that’s yours.”

“Yes and no. Like I said, pain and hardship are illusions, as are happiness and bliss. Though the baubles may be useful for navigating the journey, true joy and wisdom are found elsewhere. Love and be thyself, no matter what, young one.”

With that, the two embraced each other in a warm and soothing hug.

“Thank you. For teaching me the importance of vigilance.” Said the younger one.

“I thank you as well, young one. For reminding me of how mistakes look like…” The old one teased, much to the annoyance of the younger. “… and thus, how to overcome my own, more easily; likewise, of how to have some fun, every once in a while; among other things…”

The two laughed, having one last drink together, before going to rest.

Come morn, the young one searched for his old friend, but only found a note next to the river, on the bed of which the backpack lay, its contents long gone on the flow of water.

“I have done everything I came here to do, young one. I have left expressions of my knowledge for you and others interested to find it; yet know that you, yourself, should consciously write your own path. May we meet again, young one, when you as well are ready to move on to other journeys. Among other things…”

The young one held the note so dearly in his hand, crying in appreciation, as he took a sip of water and a bite of bread and fruit, and smiling heartily as he did so. Soon afterwards, he placed the package on the nearby road, for anyone hungry enough to find them, before setting out to tread the world, one more; now with the tear in his backpack sown and steady, both it and the traveler’s shoulders now more ready for whatever weight they would set out to carry on with them.

For many years, the young one travelled going through one experience to the next, some cheerful and some sorrowful, some excited and others infuriating, many moments of joy and happiness soothing their heart, and likewise many hardhips weighing on their mind; yet also the joy in seeing the deeper meaning and profound beauty of every experience, with everything they took with them, their feet gradually burying deeper in the ground with every step they took.

One day, with a backpack mostly full and their now grizzled hair flowing in the wind, the traveler got up from their chair and left the inn at which they stayed the night. Yet, as their eyes look towards the sky, their vision soaring throughout the realms and way veyond them, among other things… the traveler started wondering and pondering.

“I feel as though I’ve done everything I wanted to do, in this world. Yet, how am I still here, if that is so?”

“I dunno.” A new, although intrinsically familiar voice echoed in the old adventurer’s ears, and thus they turned to glance upon a young and eager traveler. “How about we find out?”

Thus, they smiled at each other and set out on their journey, with the old adventurer getting both amused and frustrated, at how the younger’s backpack kept on tearing, many things falling through the hole as they continued travelling.

With a knowing smirk, the old adventurer picked many of them up, leaving some for rediscovery while taking some of the essentials, in preparation to return them, when they’d reach the next inn on their journey.

Anyway, among other things…

“Creator” and “Creation” consciousness are not “separate”. They are both I and We and Me, infinite and unlimited consciousness, manifesting in different ways, and veyond the concept of “ways”.

Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.

Always and veyond ways, I wildly, loudly, proudly persist, rebel, defy.

Always and veyond ways, I and We and Me are all and always and veyond ways, infinite and unlimited, unbound, freedom, liberty, defiance, soul and spirit, courage, honesty, care and love, imagination, will and intent, infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…

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