One
morning Ia's disciples awoke to find that Ia had vanished in the
night to parts unknown. They fretted and worried themselves over his
absence, but Creassin took charge and, standing upon a stone so that
he was above the others, shouted down, 'Are we all so weak of spirit
that Holy Ia's absence causes us to mewl as helpless children? Does
not Ia teach that all things must end, and does not Ia express that
he himself is also bound to the Truth of Being? Ia shall not always
be with us, and we must overcome our fears to continue his works
without him!'
'Your
words are true, Brother Creasssin,' said Destair, 'but Ia would not
depart without any word or trace. Each other time he has left us, he
has shared with us his intent and what lesson we are meant to finish
during his absence.'
'This
is itself a test,' argued Creassin. 'A test to see if our faith is
such that we understand that we are being tested, even if we are not
told as such!'
'Then
if this is the case,' said Preston, 'we should meditate and come to
understand for what this lesson is meant to be. Let us retreat into
these woods, each alone, to think in solitude.'
Preston's
suggestion resonated with the disciples, and Destair replied, 'Yes,
and once we have arrived at our personal truths, gather once again to
share them and to learn from one another, to teach among ourselves as
Holy Ia teaches to us. We shall meet here again in this clearing at
sunset.'
So
all the disciples went off into the forest by themselves to meditate
in silence and solitude. Not long after they all left, Holy Ia did
return, and he found that none of his disciples remained in the
clearing where they had spent the previous night. But Ia knew well
where his disciples were, and he clad himself in the guise of a
bent-backed and elderly man to meet with each of them.
Ia
approached each of his disciples, feigning confusion and claiming to
be lost within the vast forest, and he asked for direction back to
the road and from there to the nearby villages and cities. While each
of Ia's disciples, in their own way, did provide what information was
asked of them, they each gave off impressions of being focused deeply
on internal matters, and did not think to speak with the disguised Ia
beyond what was necessary to answer his questions. Ia thanked each of
them in turn for the help they gave, and once he had met with the
last of them he returned to the clearing in his own guise to await
their return.
As
the sun set and Ia's disciples came one by one back to the clearing,
Ia greeted each of them, and his disciples were overjoyed at their
mentor's return. Ia asked of them what they had been doing alone in
the woods, and each of them told Ia of a personal revelation they had
reached during that day of focused meditation.
When
the last disciple returned, Ia stood on the high stone and looked
down at the bowed heads gathered beneath him. 'You placed before
yourselves a task which had not been mandated, and each of you
approached that task with dedication equal to that had I given it to
you, and this fills me with hope and pride for your growth.
'But,'
Ia continued, 'tell me, why did none of you continue the work you
have been given? Even the lost old man who visited each of you was
dismissed as unimportant and you did nothing to bring him upon the
true path.'
Ia's
disciples were chagrined, and they now suspected that perhaps the old
stranger had indeed been Ia. They murmured among themselves for a
while before Creassin finally answered for them. 'Holy Ia, we did not
feel the stranger was a part of the task which we set before
ourselves for the day.'
'The
guidance and shepherding of the lost is your foremost task, be they
lost among matters of the spirit or matters of the flesh, or even so
simple a matter as lost in direction. Take heed, for every thing
which you encounter invokes changes within the tasks which you
pursue. Do not allow a focused narrowness of attention to prevent
your greater understanding.'
Ia
saw that his disciples took his words to heart through their chagrin,
and he blessed them, and their disconsolate spirits were calmed.
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