The Hermit Chronicles: Cup of Conversation

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
Some things were better lost than found.”
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Lost is good, that’s when I find places that appear on the horizon of experience, places that are exciting, painful, and perhaps enlightening. Being lost and alone sounds terrible, but these are exciting lands and through wandering I pass by many old and tattered road signs that point out toward a different way. Beyond addiction’s sign, I see the detritus of the many who travel here strewn about and the bones of those who scarcely made the turn on that road before they died choking on the false hope of that distant city. Violence, that sign bears holes shot through with blame and anger against foes seen and unseen, real and surreal. Down that path I hear echos of private wars, fought more often in that travelers head, then on the road itself. Fame, this sign is hard to see, covered with thick strands of luck and persistence. Looking far down that road I see no one, I only hear crowds gathering and yelling praises at the swollen headed partakers of that way. I love to pass by those exits and the many crisscrossing and circuitous forked roads called psychiatry and religion. Bah, I turn my back on these and wander through my solitary confinement. It’s there I’m comfortable and being lost gives me a reason to go back over my favorite parts. Don’t feel sorry for me as you see my shambled figure shuffling, my face overgrown with disconcerting opinion. I’m happy here, but wait, would you like to share a cup of conversation, speaking without words over my fire? I didn’t think so, you have your eyes set on the exit signs…you’ll be back though, I’ll keep a light on for you.
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The Fount – A hidden spring of provision

“When I chased after money, I never had enough. When I got my life on purpose and focused on giving of myself and everything that arrived into my life, then I was prosperous.– Wayne Dyer

 


Laying in the desert, hot and dry throughout the land
Is a hidden fountain, waters flowing from under the sand
It has saved the life of many travelers, exhaustion so near
When all is lost then the vision becomes clear
Drink deep fellow traveler from its plenty
Renewed with strength from its bounty”
– The Fount, D.M.W. Sager
There is a mystery surrounding this flow. It is a given that water will flow as long as there are souls that drink from it. Should the fount decide that its tired of always giving, it would dry up. What the fount should know is, the very act of those in need taking sustenance from its cold and clear waters, is providing for its continued life. Its a mystery how that being taken from, adds to; how being used, promotes you. It’s tempting to give up helping others. The idea creeps in that the supply is limited. I forget that in helping others, I apply to my life a principle that, in giving, I receive. This is contrary to my understanding. Assuming that constant giving depletes my resources, I resist the opportunities to give. This selfishness on my part, hurts me, and hurts those I could help. Reminding myself of the divine principle, that contradicts my natural thinking, I am encouraged to keep the gates to my provision open.

I take the locks off the gates to the fountain, exposing my life to the weary traveler, the forlorn soul, the thirsty wayfarer. To my continued amazement, the levels of life giving water never fall below the lines where I have what I need; continually provided for by sources divine, I give all to any who come near. This lifestyle is not without sacrifice. Many who drink from my life, ridicule me, thinking they have played their con to a great degree and deceived me into giving them my provisions; they are wrong in their thinking, I know what they are doing and gladly give my goods to be spoiled. Knowing that in the end, this is my life, this is my purpose, I am a fountain. To give is my destiny and purpose. To not give would be to deny my destiny as a source of provision. Give to those who are in need, do not worry that you will be provided for, the divine arithmetic is in play. In giving, you get, in being reduced, you are promoted, in being divided, you are multiplied. Don’t hesitate, being good to those around you, know that you are a fountain, it is your life to give and replenish others. In laying your life down, you will live.