Writings from The Hermit’s Tale
It was the First day of Autumn, with the warm rays of the Sun slanting through an open window. The hermit looks-up and sees an almost golden mist pouring through his gauze-like curtains. He looks around and thinks to himself, “Well, time to straighten things-up, and get some supper together before I go out for my walk this evening.”
So, he begins picking things-up, items that have drifted to different places within his cottage. There are some notes on a table that he made after last evenings sojourn, a book here and there. “Oh!” “And what’s this?” he exclaims, as he picks-up a book by one of his favourite authors. “Ah, I’ve been looking for you for a while my old friend Osho. ‘TAO: the Pathless Path,’ what a fine book,” and he then goes to place it in the old chest at the foot of his bed. Noticing a copy of Rabbi David A. Cooper’s, “God is a Verb.” on a shelf, he picks that up, and puts it away too; thinking to himself, “Wonderful book on the Kabbalah.”
As he opens the chest and starts placing the notes and the books inside, he sees a paper with writing on it. “Oh, and what’s this?” he thinks to himself, “My goodness, it’s ‘Hidden and Revealed!’ I wrote that so very long ago. Almost from another lifetime and world it seems!” He then proceeds to sit down on the foot of his bed, and begins to read what he wrote.
“Hidden and revealed are the secrets of life.
Each of us searching ourselves, and lives
for the answers, that lie
in wait behind the doors
of our mind and soul.
A flower of windmists, a foggy day,
an amber afternoon in October,
the smile of a friend;
all hold the keys to the answers
we are so desperately looking for in life.
Hidden and revealed are the secrets of life.
Each of us holding within
the essence and spark of the Divine;
if we but only look inside,
awaken, and realize.”
“Interesting,” the hermit says to himself. “I kind of liked this one, especially the part about the ‘amber afternoon in October.'” Ah, me, but that was long ago.” Oh, so many things in this old chest,” he thought to himself, “Here’s my Numerology material, my Karuna Ki manuals, and several of my favourite crystals.” He reflects on several of them and blurts out, “Oh, yes indeed, here is my wonderful black Tourmaline and Quartz Crystal combination. Back in my pocket you go! You repel and send negative energy back from whence it comes so well, I need to have you around.”
The hermit stops for a moment, looks sharply in the box and says, “Oh, my goodness! Here’s a picture of me with some friends in Japan.”
Ah, Japan, what a mystical and spiritual land, he mused to himself,
“I have seen the sunrise from an old Japanese ryokan on Sagami Bay,
traveled to Ise Shima, home of the Sun Goddess Amaterasu, and walked in the
Deer Park of the Diabutsu at Nara. And Fuji-san, oh, Fuji-san,
of such magnificence and splendor, I can never, ever, forget you.
The rays of the Autumnal Sun send a fleeting ray of fading light through the cottage window as the hermit leaves his reverie, and goes off to prepare an evening meal of wild rice, fish, bread and cheese. Soon, soon it will be time to once again go out and follow the path that leads into the dusk of evening. “This has, indeed, been a remarkable life!” he thinks to himself. “Quite remarkable!”
| THE PATH OF THE HERMIT |
The Hermit, Arcanum IX, or the Sage, is the Ninth Card in the Tarot Deck, and is usually depicted as a robed man, or monk, who is walking along a path and carrying a lantern. The meaning of The Hermit goes something like this:
In divination, the Ninth Card, or Arcanum IX,
may briefly read as Wisdom or Prudence.
The Hermit is sometimes depicted as a wanderer leaning on a staff and carrying before him a lighted lamp which he half conceals with his mantle. He personifies experience gained in the journey of life. The lamp typifies discretion, and also expresses the truth that, if we are ever to know the real nature of anything, we must delve deep beneath the cloak of external appearances. [The Sacred Tarot: C. C. Zain]
© 2012 Roger Allen Baut
“Remember, then, children of Earth, prudence is the armor of the wise. Circumspection enables one to avoid snares and abysses and to foresee treason. Take it for thy guide in all thy actions, even in the least. Nothing is indifferent here below. A pebble can overturn the chariot of the master of the world. Keep in mind that speech is silver and silence is gold.” C. C. Zain