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The flickering of the candle caused shadows to dance around the walls, the flame burning brightly and strong. nestled snugly in the candle holder, it had burned for many a hour as it lit the dim room, the only other source of light apart from the fireplace, burning with a steady glow as the hungry flames devoured the logs of wood placed in its fiery grasp. It was a small room and sparse, containing only a chair and table in the way of any furniture.Seated below the window, was the table and in the chair sat a solitary figure, hunched over the table and busy writing in a great leather bound book, pausing often to dip his feather in the small inkpot and checking his work, much had he written, for the book was over 3/4 quarters full of words and many countless hours of writing and thinking. He was a quiet man, this author, taking little in the way of enjoyment apart from the simple pleasure of his work. Wisps of grey hair hung down from his head and the clothes he wore, hung loosely upon his frame. Yet, though the room was empty of people, he spoke in a clear and strong voice, as if in a conversation with many others and strange as it was, indeed this man was speaking to many people. Within the folds of the spiritual realm, were many spirits and guides and it was they that spoke with and to this man as he wrote in his book, these spirit and guides that many of us would seek to contact and commune with. It was ST Clair, a spirit from the times of ancient Rome that was, at this stage, calling forth to this man. Poet, it is no great deed to live life, each and every man shall live and die, that is their purpose on this earth, but within that time, there are lessons for them to learn and understand. Clair, I do not deny that, but I do wonder greatly as to why we suffer things as we do. With a laugh as soft as silk, Clair replied , it is the lessons we choose to learn before we return to walk the earth, each lesson is in balance for us and with people in a school, we learn different things at different times and in different ways, but all the lessons work together for the good of all. Poet nodded in his quiet way as he listened and wrote in his book, so many lessons to learn for all, I agree. Poet, please go forth and teach those who need guidance, take with you the knowledge and wisdom and share it with all as you do, it is your turn to teach others as you have been taught He smiled at those words and said, nay for I am no great teacher, just a simple man with simple dreams and ideas, I seek only to write my words in books and share them with all to enjoy. This remark brought a roar of disapproval from the many guides gathered around him to listen and share the vast wisdom their combined minds contained. Clair smiled at Poet and said, POET, listen here, share your dream with others and teach with your writings and stories, you do not have to speak in words but you can write the wisdom into your stories. Teaching is not about doing what you dislike, but doing what you love to do. In your books can be the echoes of our words and wisdom, you can teach many and be taught by many too. With laughter in his voice, Poet said, you only speak of this for I am a writer, what if I was a gardener, a cook, a builder, a adventurer or even just a poor unskilled man?. Lars, the tall and solidly build Viking warrior and Poets guardian spirit spoke in his deep and rumbling voice, A gardener can teach others how to see the weeds of trouble in their lives and how to tend the gardens of their lives and to bring out the beauty of the flowers which are the good points in their lives. A cook and teach others how to bring the simple spices of laughter and humour, caring and tenderness and combine them into a awesome feast of the goodness of human nature. A builder can teach people how to build good foundations in their lives so they can stand strong and firm against the ill winds of lives woes and troubles. A adventurer can teach others in take that risk and try that new experience, live the day to the fullest and not let molehills become mountains of despair and heartache. And even a poor unskilled man can listen and share a ear to others that have troubles and problems in life. Most of the time, teaching is all about just talking and sharing with others, we are all teachers and students, poet, we do not have to stand on a pedestal and preach, nor, seek the crossing of palms with gold, so poet, write your stories and poetry, do not be afraid of others opinions of your writings, for each person that disapproves, there is 10 that will learn and share with you, the knowledge that you seek to share. And it was thus that the poet began to write and share ideas and dreams of life with all and you can do the same too. In every little thing that you do, you can teach and learn things, for each day is a new day and brings something new to learn and enjoy. How do we teach, we teach the same way we teach children, in simple and easy to understand actions, deeds and words, we all can teach each other, for we are all but children in this world and none of us are that great, that we know it all. Even children can teach us, we can learn to enjoy the simple little things in life and to laughter at the little things that can bring us so much pleasure and enjoyment. And yes, yes poet still writes away at his little wooden table, his stories and words reaching out beyond the pages to touch the lives of many people, as he shared his love of writing and words with all, he wrote the words of his guides into the words and shared them with you, and thus the simple act of writing also became the greater gifts of teaching and sharing. A simple act that we can all do |