The Magic That is Knowledge

The Druid continued as he stirred the fire;

“The knowledge, even the emotion that was gained in a lifetime does not die when the man does. To whatever extent possible, knowledge and wisdom continues beyond the grave for those who would have wished to truly know the man. It is there to be accepted or denied by those that come after. Many do not try and find it within themselves, they become involved with their petty lives and do not seek wisdom over pleasure. They never understand that by accepting the gift that lies just beyond their reach they could have both.

For the few that wish to learn as deeply as they possibly can they must first learn how to access that gift left behind by their fathers and their father’s fathers. They must learn how to negotiate the maze of hallways of memory and find that gift that was planted within them long before they drew breath. They will learn that they are both themselves and those they sprang from. They become them if they can relax enough to look within.

But knowledge and wisdom bring with them great responsibility. It is that responsibility that most people do not want to accept. It diverts them from the path of seeking their pleasures and directs them toward a life of service. The knowledge of the past is only as useful as those that wish to add to it, but it carries with it the memories and personalities of each individual that went before. The memories of our ancestors, each one individually, each one who contributed to this treasure trove of experience, who they were and what they did is there within, all the way back to the ‘long fathers’ at the very beginning of the new age.”

Leave A Comment

Recommended Posts

Blog

5 years of bliss

I remember many times in my life, both young and old, when my elders would attempt to impart wisdom upon me.  It usually came in different forms.  Occasionally, it came while they cradled an injured limb of mine.  “Trying to hurry causes accidents.” Or after they had just administered a […]

Blog

Memories of Christmas

Aged in the mileage of life They place me in the comfortable chair in the corner. Present but only as wallpaper on this Christmas day. Out of the way, an observer of the vigor of their youth,             Safely beyond the chaos of bright wrapping paper flung in haste,                         […]

Readin’ and Writin’

                As the character, Barney Fife, Don Knotts once uttered some incredible wisdom.  When asked if he was afraid, he replied; “There’s nothin’ to fear but fear itself—and that’s what I got—fear itself!”  I’ve always thought that was a statement of profound wisdom.  Incredibly simple, incredibly true most of time.  […]

Country roads

I drive down country roads, far from scheduled time and harried people.  The road, bordered by 3-strand barbed wire fence that defines pasture and contains the placid cattle that walk the same cow path that their predecessors walked, barn to pasture, pasture to barn.  These trails, so worn that they […]

Blog

Fear Itself

       As the character, Barney Fife, Don Knotts once uttered some incredible wisdom.  When asked if he was afraid, he replied; “There’s nothin’ to fear but fear itself—and that’s what I got—fear itself!”  I’ve always thought that was a statement of profound wisdom.  Incredibly simple, incredibly true most of time.  […]

Books

The Deathbed Confessions

Coming soon Harry knows a lot of secrets. Secrets people need the answers to but Harry’s not talking. Not yet anyway.

Blog

It’s a frustrating paradox. Late in life I discovered that I like to write. It’s a fascinating process, creating something out of nothing except one’s own imagination. By and large I’m pleased with the finished project-usually. But then once a novel or short story is finished and out there in […]

Blog

Malady of Time

The world glides past, beyond my closed windows and doors It’s pace unchecked Bye my age and infirm. The sound vibrant with worldly life mocks my lust For peace And lost youth. But the current is now too swift For one such as I to swim Or be swept on […]

Smoke on the Water

One time, a very long time ago, I was working as a security guard for the ferry company operating between Liverpool, England and Dublin, Ireland.  The job was for six months, and began in late October.   Late October is when the weather on the North Sea takes a turn for […]

Blog

A long time ago

I got stoned last night.  Not politely stoned, not even Friday night stoned.  I got stoned; ripped; layed out.  I got stoned plenty of weed, plenty of alcohol.  It was like I was young again, and just as stupid.  Smoking weed in a canvas ‘hootch’, while the rain brings rocket […]