For the Record

In some teachings, it is said that there are beings who, from time to time, come down from the heavens; having already transcended, they manifest into the world, by their own choosing, to help others on the path to rise. They are called messiahs and botisatvas, angels and saints. They are born enlightened, sharing their illuminated wisdom to those they encounter from the day they are born until the day they die. I have pondered, in my most confident of moments, the notion of being one of these beings; but let me say for the record, I am definitely not...

However, there are those beings who, by chance, fall into the path of "becoming". They are the worlds saints in training, otherwise known as the garbage collectors of the universe. "And woe and grief to they who have it in embryo", no longer sitting in the blissful chair of sleeping blindness, but yet to claim the throne of awakened sight. They travel the painful, beautiful, amazing, path, on the road to nowhere.

I decided to take notes along the way.
Sometimes to help others learn, sometimes to help myself remember, but mostly, because a story is it's own excuse for being.