The Astrologer and the Student
Strolling on the path of light in radiant joy, just after dawn, and when the fragrance of the mountain enveloped them, the student, whose mind was prone to lengthy agitation, felt the need to ask the teacher about the horoscope he was carrying. The student wondered if its portents, like ice, could blight the joy he felt. After many more steps and engulfed within the teacher’s aura the student asked, “What does the horoscope say anything about me?”
“Hmm, what does this image on the paper say about you?” The teacher said. The two continued their walk, without words, near the cliff edge. They heard the voice of the water crashing against the rocks many yards below. Just off their left flank the mountain, loomed. As they were nearing the market, the teacher gazed at the student’s astrology depicted in the chart, then directed a stern look at him.
He saw how the student successfully crossed the abyss of previously dire portents, depicted by solar arcs, secondary progressions and transits. The only impediment he determined, was the student’s tendency to vacillate between accepting limiting appearances instead of the rays from the higher worlds of light behind those appearances. Then he noted something urgent. A tremendous pressure was indicated according, to the aspects. It was due to occur, when the constellation of the Scorpion reached the horizon. Just then, the teacher looked up and caught sight of an eagle in flight. A second later, a large undiscernible creature slammed onto the cliff edge. Thwack! Bounced off and rolled onto the ground. The animal was dead in the air before it landed. It was crushed under the huge pressure of the eagle’s talons. The event was so sudden, so startling, that the student was jolted like a statue, into the now. The teacher noticed his student’s new state of being.
But the event’s effect wore off quickly. The student’s mind began to stir chaotically. But just then, the eagle, with flattened wings, suddenly angled and them it touched down on the path of light. The powerful example of unexpectedness pushed the student back again into the present moment. His mind moved not but was stilled. All the chaotic fleas of thought jumped out his mind. Only the Eagle and its prey mattered.
The great bird, with its brown body, yellow beak and white-haired head, turned and stared sharply into the teacher’s eye. The student, though, was no longer present but curious. The eagle turned to the student and nodded. Then the eagle stretched out its massive wings to over seven feet. The student entered a deep awareness. The eagle remained a few more seconds, then grabbed its dinner. It leaped, flapped, rose up and flew toward the rising Sun. The student followed the eagle’s flight, like a single note that is played merges into the silence. He gazed into the Sun. the light entered his eye and reached into his brain, then, illumined his body from the inside. From that moment the student’s attention was tethered to the light within, while engaged in the earthly duties of chopping wood, carrying water and serving his community.
“Shall we walk now Kimya?” the teacher said. “Yes, master Mwalimu,” the student said. From that secret space, in a certain area of Tanzania near Moshi, the teacher lifted the sheet of paper, where his student’s natal chart and current alignments were portrayed, when suddenly, the paper caught fire. It was a white-blue flame. The residue of ash and small sparks mingled with the currents of space.
The teacher said, “My son, indeed, you have progressed; you are no longer my student. Now, you are my disciple. The currents of the luminaries are always on the move!”
Annex consciousness to the primal whorl of life, which flows like wings through every moment.