During a train ride from the glistening Emerald City to the City of Roses, nestled along the Willamette River, an old Indian man of about 80 years of age sat next to my aching body, and although it was on the cusp of winter, his garb was that of only leather sandals and a brown hooded cloak. His chocolate brown, deep-set, soft, peaceful eyes smiled at me as he noticed the pain in my tired, distant gaze and the books in my messenger beg. I began to feel a deep warmth and assuring pressure in my chest and the old man’s calming presence induced me to place the words of Krishna on my lap and switch my gaze inward as he lightly patted my back, attempting to quiet my mind, and in my mind I saw visions and heard enchanting melodies, weaving themselves into a brilliant, glowing beacon, calling me to come closer...
As many insects were once an egg, then a larva, then a pupa and then an adult, so might be each of our journeys through life. The smile of childhood often leads to the frown of adolescent angst, which can travel well into adulthood, but comes full circle after the pupa state, during which we emerge with a higher awareness and newly grown, uniquely colored wings.
All in all, it is best to remember the onensess that exists between us and the Universe. It is also very beneficial to remember that we can be blinded by the light as much as the darkness. Perhaps it is best to become friends with both, so that we can bask in the beauty of the shadows, unfettered and untarnished by the power of each selfish force, always meek and humble, patiently waiting for the arrival of Love, the Seer of seers, which illuminates the truth and our true selves.
I woke up during the twilight hour, as the train crossed over the Columbia River, from what must have been a strange dream. The old man was nowhere in sight and in his place was a teenage boy wearing tattered, punkish attire and a frozen sneer on his fresh face. Instead of avoiding looking in his direction, I smiled at him as the old man had smiled at me and to my surprise he smiled back; his scrunched brow then began to melt. We both relaxed back into our seats as the humming of the train’s engine lulled us into a comforting trance.
Here is our gift to you this Holiday Season, Whether the end of the year 2012 AD (CE) holds any significance or not, the dark winter is often a time to reflect on our lives and just as importantly listen to lots and lots of music.
released December 12, 2012
All songs written, performed, and produced by Kylmyys except
"The Eternal, written by Joy Division.
Songs Mastered by Shawn Hatfield
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