The Seeker and The Wise One would then be constant presences to provide context, continuity, and a narrative thread.

Down through the ages we have engaged in the game of the seeker and the wise one. Once the seeker has found what was her soul’s seeking, unique to her and to her time and place in the world, then the wise one begins to fade away. Not only in age but in purpose. This wise one transmutes herself into  a more ephemeral form, a presence that is now misty as misty light, and less a pattern in the heavier existence.

And as this is happening, the seeker becomes more distinct, and in fact becomes whole at last, and takes on some of the look and appearance that had seemed to be individual to the wise one. 

“I am becoming her,” she thinks, and looks once again in the mirror to see this wise woman’s eyes meeting hers across the plane of imagined thought. Yes, through her own eyes the wise one is conveying her presence. As the mind of the seeker expands to include this vaster viewpoint, the mind of the wise one dissolves further into the infinite. And the wise one told me:

This is how it has been all down the ages, and there is a constant condition of our engagement together throughout time and history.

Did you really think I was a person, an individual? No, I have become wise through constant iterations, absorbing the wisdom over time of all the others that have come before me. All names of people you have never heard of, for we kept our secret well, and we were in command of the forces that would permit such secrecy as a part of the arrangement of the human experiment.

Now you are coming closer to the truth of all this imagining, and through the imagination, we can say all that cannot be overtly spoken.

So as the efforts of others continue to dream or imagine their destinies, we also have ours, in conjunction and harmony. 

But it is a specific path and task, and we are the lineage to provide it, for we are not of this place, you see. We come to help but we are not of this place. 

We find our potential hosts, those who are restless, or souls who have completed certain lifetimes and experiences, and we shatter them. We give them blows and strokes that crash their identities, smashing them to smithereens as they say.Then those who are ready for us heal quickly but have a new orientation, looking to the east perhaps, at the glimmer of sunrise, or looking to the west, at the rose of sunset. or perhaps they see certain stars, stars that may appear closer than they actually are, and seem perhaps brighter or more lively. 

The healing when done right becomes like a strong question, who am I , why am I here, what is the meaning of my life, and so on. In this way the ready soul becomes a seeker, and at that point the matching wise one is alerted. She waits. She becomes ready. She may already see the seeker, or she may be surprised to meet her. In whatever way things happen to occur, they find a contact, and enter into this dance. It is the only way for the wise one to move on, so in a way she is using the seeker for her own evolution. But to the seeker, the opening of this new connection gives answers to so many unspoken questions.

Together they are present, almost like those little Bavarian weather figurines – appearing in and out of the house according to conditions. And when the weather is misty, the seeker finds herself in the place of the old wise one, and there is another seeker where she used to stand. They don’t know one another yet, and just eye one another warily. Yet conditions in and around the house produce the events, and soon the wise one is in command, then replaced by the seeker, and so forth.

I hold the little Vavarian weather predictor in my hands – made of carved wood, or is it more recent, made of plastic looking like wood?