My cataract surgery was scheduled for early January 2021. It was being done at a major hospital in Melbourne so I traveled to town the day before and stayed in a hotel for the night. This gave me the time to visit my favourite bookshop. On one of the shelves there I came across a book by a well known dream teacher and shaman, it was very reasonably priced. As I was about to move to the counter and pay for it another book caught my eye. It was titled The Philosophical View of the Great Perfection in the Tibetan Bon Religion written by Donatella Rossi. There was only one copy and it was quite expensive. I stood there indecisively putting it back on the shelf, looking at the dream book, then pulling the book on perfection back off the shelf several times. I really didn’t want to spend the money and thought it might still be there in a few months when I returned. Then I thought how very unlikely that would be and that it would disturb me if it was not there. I put the dream book back and coughed up the relatively large sum required at the counter.
My spiritual instructors had been drilling me in the wisdom teaching of perfection for quite a while. A short time prior to this I had heard a voice say:
I am always
in the presence
of my perfection
That night, after hearing this, I had dreamt of a gold painting with two symbols in white on it that I was informed accompanied the words I had heard. Not even a good amateur artist I did, however, manage to paint this simple sign and hang it on a wall as a reminder and reinforcement of this piece of wisdom. Previously I had been unaware of any teaching called the Great Perfection. It had seemed remarkably synchronistic to find a book on it within days of my own deliberations on the subject of perfection as the true state of being.
On my return to the hotel I opened and began reading my latest purchase. Much to my delight it outlined spiritual teachings that were totally in accord with those that I had been receiving for some time. Additionally it talked about the teachings being usually in verse and that there is a simplicity to this that humans have trouble comprehending. We can look at the above verse for this, it appears simple yet it actually has a certain ambiguity, resulting in a depth of information being conveyed in a simple manner. It can mean that my own perfection is always present whether acknowledged or not. It can also mean that wherever I am, I am in the presence of perfection, there is nothing other than perfection, my perfection is the same perfection that is fundamental to all. Anything else is illusion.
Most of my recent wisdom teachings are in verse and are remarkably simple. It is interesting to note that quite a few people who have near death experiences have said that in that anomalous state they have understood absolutely everything about life. Furthermore, they say that it is so simple a child could understand it. Wisdom that isn’t simple would not be of much use really would it?
The intelligences with whom I converse seem to delight in teaching me something, or leading me to arrive at understandings. Once I have the teaching in hand they then provide supporting or physical proof of its authenticity. As a teaching method it strengthens the wisdom gathered. It can be disconcerting though, as for a little while, I tend to surmise that they have gifted me some new perspective. Only then I often discover that the same perspective may have been taught decades or even hundreds of years previously. Truth is ageless I presume.
Finally sleep beckoned and I had to put the book down. I drifted off easily only to be awakened rudely by what felt like a strong, energetic kick in the solar plexus. Wide awake immediately, I was surprised to see the form of a short man standing between my hotel bed and the door. Normally this would be a frightening event but I felt no fear. It was apparent that this was no ordinary man as he was all dusty golden brown with no distinctive features. As soon as I had taken a good look at him he vanished. I turned over and tried to return to sleep but heard a voice ask a question of me. “What is the origin of thought”? Followed by another, “What is the purpose of thought?” I think there was a third question that I have forgotten. I answered two out of the three questions quite adequately according to the questioner, which I took to be the man I had seen. This felt like an important assessment that I passed. It also seemed to be linked to my reading matter prior to sleep that night. Although I could probably write answers to the questions for the reader I don’t actually recall what I answered at the time. This doesn’t concern me as I obviously know the answers at some level of my being and they are available to me if required.
It was some time after this that I was visiting the Sacred Well of All Saints. This is a place I journey to in a shamanic sense and where I meet with St Stephen and others who share healing, wisdom and guidance with me. There is an opening there into what could be called the Garden of Eden, a paradise. Stephen took me out into the garden where a large body of people from the Well were crowded around a small golden man, listening to him talk.
I knew this was the same man who had visited me in the hotel in Melbourne. He spoke to me, telling me not to try and heal anyone or anything, to just bring love to such situations and it would know what to do where I would not know. It is so true, I would be trying to physically heal someone believing this was what was required but love might see that what was needed was the removal of anxiety or fear. I might try to heal the planet but love would see that certain elements of my inner environment required healing before I could impact the outer environment. Love sees with clearer eyes than I do, it sees into the heart, deep beneath the surface complaints. There is no illness that is hidden from love and none that it cannot heal, even if that healing takes a form I would not have thought of or perhaps even defined as being healing.
Then what becomes apparent is that I need to learn how to bring love to all situations, remaining ever aware that I do not know all that love is only that it is. In terms of perfection, as I am always in the presence of perfection, it would be wiser to comprehend that I am the presence of perfection. Furthermore, perfection by its very nature, would be love and wisdom working in unison. By surrendering to this larger view of the one consciousness I allow love to flow through me.
Copyright: Kim Parker 2021