Devion     Created on Sunday, 16 April 2000 00:00  
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*Returns to her small hut at the back of the humble monastery to ponder on the recent visions the elder had shared. Gingerly, she passes a gentle hand on her Dhammapada, placing it across her lap as she sits on the side of her mat.*

Revelations, perhaps a revolution of realizations in this realm. We are taught that through our meditations and observations, truths come quickly to light and the proof to these truths lie in the everyday existence, in this plane, in this realm. Thus is our belief, our faith, sustained and maintained.

*Holds her Dhammapada close to her chest fondly, resting her chin on the top border, the beads of her mala encircling her wrist grazing against the leather bound book.*

Thus we have been charged to walk about and seek these same visions the elder has imparted to us all in the quiet sanctity of the guide chambers. Walk the lands and seek them out were his parting words to us. So shall it be, as we are all sent out on this quest, devoid of expectations. Now, as some have started their journey, where shall my footsteps lead me?

*She shifts around, kneeling beside her mat and folding it neatly, placing her Dhammapada within the upper folds. She then arises from her kneeling position and walks to the lone side table in her hut, reaching underneath to take out a satchel. She places the satchel upon the table squarely, opening it to place a bottle of ink, writing implements, and a change of clothes.*

I shall have to purchase a new book when I get to Hausson to chronicle this new journey. May this path fill up that book with wondrous observable truths.

*Closes the satchel and heaves it across her body snugly. Walking out of her small hut, she places her palm on the door she just closed behind her, then makes her way to the aged monk who mans the equipment room to procure a spear for her journey. Thanking him with a courteous and humble bow, her hands clasped and touching her forehead, the aged monk smiles back, a tear glistening in his eyes as this was the first time she was to walk about with very little known about her return. A few more reverent bows and hugs later, she finds herself at the doorway to the circle looking outward.*

Onward to Hausson, that fishing town to the east. There I shall remain and interact and wthin this new journey, shall find what the elder has charged us all to seek.

*Sets off in the eastern direction as the sun begins to set.*