Love And Power – Phil Morimitsu

I’m not sure how long I’d been asleep. It was like I was wandering about for days in a dark room. Intermittently, I’d have a fleeting image of being in some far-off place, with bright colors and city streets. Then darkness.

Quickly, as if I’d awakened, I found myself in a brightly lit room, sparse with no furniture, but cheery just the same. I looked about these new surroundings, curious as to why I was there, when the door opened and Wah Z walked in.

“Hello,” he said pleasantly. “Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” He put his hand on my shoulder and guided me through the door and out into the street. We walked silently for a couple of blocks to a street corner with a small shelter built on it, like a bus stop. There were tracks in the street, like those for a trolley. After a few moments of waiting, a train arrived on the tracks, stopping at the shelter; and its doors opened. Wah Z dropped a couple of tokens into the slot by the driver, who nodded and smiled to Wah Z (whom he seemed to recognize), and we took seats near the back of the car.

This was unlike any train in the physical world. When it took off, it slowly rumbled a bit, but then shot off like an arrow, smooth and silent, at great velocity. As it took off straight through the streets, the tracks rose — slowly at first, but then they reached up ward at a forty-five-degree angle. Soon we were flying through the air without the aid of any tracks at all. The scenery quickly changed from that of an urban area to wild and remote, mountainous country. By this time, the train was going so fast the scenery was just a blur. At times, it seemed we were passing through cloud banks, as it would alternatively go from blurred visions of mountains to pure white patches. It seemed like we sped through this area for just a few short seconds, when it suddenly went black. I could hear echoes of rumbling; up to this time, the only sound was a windswept whisking. I sensed that we were in a cave of some sort, but as quickly as we had entered, we stopped, leaving the dying echoes of the train’s rumbling. There were dim lights in the tunnel that revealed that we had arrived at some sort of an underground station. Wah Z led me out of the train and onto a ramp that led through the cavernous tunnel, up to an elevator. We entered the booth and rode up, still in silence.

When the elevator stopped, the doors opened smoothly and silently. Wah Z again led. As we walked through the doors, I was hit by a stunning vision: we had entered a large castle. There were floor-to-ceiling windows in front of us that revealed the world outside. We were high in the mountains overlooking an infinity of nothing but snowcapped and barren mountain ranges. The interior of the castle seemed to be a strange mixture of Eastern and Western fixtures from ancient castles, yet the place seemed to shine and sparkle. There was a cleanliness, a modern feeling to it, even though all the things in the place had to be centuries old. There were long hallways with rooms off to the sides where silent beings in shining maroon robes went in and out, busily attending to their duties.

Wah Z escorted me through the long hallways, while many of the robed beings acknowledged his presence with a smile or a deep bow. We turned one of the corners and stopped. At the far end of the hall was a tall being striding towards us in a flowing maroon robe made of the same shining material as the others in the building. As he approached, he reminded me of a great king. But there was more — he didn’t walk with the haughtiness of a king. It was a silent grace he carried with him, yet it was as if the very air parted before him in reverence. His robe had a hood, which he wasn’t wearing at the time. His white hair was all one length — down to his shoulders — and flowed behind him as he walked. As he came closer, his gaze met Wah Z’s, and they both broke into warm smiles for each other. The two Adepts shook hands and exchanged pleasantries as I stood off to the side, observing. He was an East Indian as far as I could tell, and he wore a short beard that came to a point on his chin. But overall, the most striking thing about this being was the intensity that emanated from him.
Wah Z spoke to me. “I’d like to introduce you to Sri Fubbi Quantz.”

He turned slowly and extended his hand to me. “Welcome to Katsupari,” he said quietly, but firmly.

I took his hand, but soon found myself slightly dizzy. I looked into his eyes, which were deep and penetrating, and I had to look away before I became too faint. He sensed what was happening and broke his gaze with a smile.

“Come, let us talk,” he said, showing me the way into one of the side rooms, his hand motioning the way. He let me enter the narrow doorway first, then motioned for Wah Z to enter, with himself last.

The room had tall red-and-gold curtains hanging from the walls. There was a gold rug, and three chairs sitting in the middle. When we were all in the room, we each took a seat. Sri Fubbi Quantz gazed gently at me, folded his hands, and began to speak.

“Each man will eventually have to face the True Soul. Whether he will be able to continue on his quest without further delay depends upon the strengths he chooses. The strength of love or power.”

He leaned a little closer to me in his chair. Wah Z looked on.

“Look!” he said, as he pointed to one of the walls. The curtains parted by themselves, revealing a scene, like a movie. It shocked and embarrassed me, as it was a scene from my life, the day before. I squirmed visibly, but to no avail. The two Adepts were impervious to my discomfort.

In the scene, a fellow employee and I were having an argument. Anger emitted from my heart center and flowed in the direction of the other person. But this was no ordinary movie; I could actually see the ugly red-and-black energy rays flowing from my being towards the person. The cool facade of my exterior behavior was a thin veneer for the true feelings I harbored. I was so horrified I wanted to hide. But I watched, as if in a stupor, unable to take my eyes off something so appalling. The rays reached the other person, but an unexpected thing happened; Instead of the negative rays penetrating the person’s aura and doing damage, they were bouncing off. He had a bluish-white energy field surrounding his being, leaving him in a soft bubble-like covering of protection. The nasty rays bounced off his aura and headed straight back for the sender — me! They dug themselves deep into my heart, like little poisoned darts, and with each jab, I became angrier — like a bee that’s being swatted at. I could almost feel the buzzing and the heat being generated by my temper.

Sri Fubbi Quantz was merciful. With a wave of his hand, the curtains on the wall covered the painful scene and left me with my hands covering my face, looking down at the ground. A loving voice made me look up from my shame.

“We often become angry with others, because they reflect a weakness or lack within ourselves. The individual you were angry with was protected with an aura of love. Nothing at that moment could move him from his true center — not your anger, nor your jealousies. Since he had no lack in his life, nothing could tempt him to move out of his center. When one has deficiencies in his life, and he attempts to fulfill them outside of his true beingness, he will be met with frustration and anger, for fulfillment of Soul cannot be found in the pursuit of something outside of one’s self. This is the choosing of power for strength. And in the end, one finds that it is a poor choice, for in power, there is no strength.” Fubbi Quantz paused for a moment, breathing deeply.

“But choose love, and no power will be able to stand before you, for in true love, there is no power. This is true strength. Do you now understand the power of love?”

I thought for a minute that he was playing games with my mind. I found my eyes rolling upwards, trying to grasp what he had just said. I started speaking to myself.

“Wait a minute now. In true love, there is no power, yet there is no power that can stand before true power of love. This is true strength, and the power if love. It sounds like a riddle, but it makes sense!”

At that moment, Wah Z spoke up. “Remember, power takes, love gives.”

I looked at Wah Z; although he had stopped speaking, I could still hear the message over and over.

I awoke, in my bed, with a jolt. The memory of what had just taken place was still fresh in my mind, but there was only one thing that I could think of doing. I picked up the pen and pad on my bed-stand and jotted down Wah Z’s parting message:

“Love gives, power takes.”

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