The Faux Pas Press #168: Dust Cloud Symphony

The Faux Pas Press # 168

Dust Cloud Symphony

By Chambo Fresh

All of us decide, at the intersection of thought and action, what kind of person we aim to be. And we think that we are getting it, getting along just fine on this side of the Golden Veil. Scoping destinations. Checking valleys over the mountain sides of circumstance, holding fast to our beloved ideals. The destinations we've scoped may be the best for our cherished goals but surely they are not the best for humanity. But like most stubborn travelers moving closer to the Fold in the Fabric of Night, we forget. We forget the source of all wisdom, lose sight of the burning of image - that Master of time and space written on our DNA. It is the Fool's most triumphant destination to see it, the reflection of the Master shining back at him, knowing that the whole journey was not his at all.

The journey was not a position of matter, of the material world so alluring to us all. No, it was all of those whom he served, those from whom he learned and those he taught. And in a thousand tomorrows, approaching the Fold in the Fabric of Night, the Fool learns that his journey's purpose has not been to reach the Valleys of Grandeur  but to move onward to the villages and terraces of sorrow where others need him. And to be needed, oh, how he had scorned those who have needed him. Too many tomorrows led to a bewildered today. The Fool, having accepted the nature of his journey and with courage, takes deep breaths of wild country air, looks to his rear one last time and presses forward towards a Dust Cloud Symphony.

The Fold in the Fabric of Night is where we are destined to travel - into the darkness where children cry, where women have lost hope all of pleasant things, where evil men lie and wait to deceive. The Fool has work to do. For them - not for himself. And in all of our organizing, our organizations, our perfections, the ordered chaos of our time, it is the Fool who was chosen - not the Learned. It is not the best parts that need to be displayed - it is the worst. The inventory needs to be taken. And again, you must cross the dreaded intersections of thought and action where most men run away screaming. Take whatever weapons you need. Cultivate the tools that you can not see. They are there. All of your tools - not to find success of failure. But to be good - to find those who need you. And in finding them, the least of all creations, you will discover a greater reward than your towering fortresses, your splendid little goals - you step across the threshold of the Fold in the Fabric of Night, over the peak of mountainous obstacles, over the wincing fears in circumstances, on the other side of veil. You will not see it if you do not go. Beyond the Dust Cloud Symphony, past the Second Oracle, there is he who is mighty to save you. And of all us need you. Take as many of the hopeless across as you can. They need you - we all need you. And isn't it great to be needed.