Wayfarer’s trail of waystones

05/26/24

For Justin Young,

A Wayfarer’s trail of Waystones.

Escaping Plato’s allegory of the cave.

Every time my mind’s eye sees color in totality

I always rush back into Plato’s cave to tell everyone about color.

I get frustrated at their fear. I beg them to paint with me.

I beg them to try and see.

I actively think about how to give others courage to take a peak.

I get disappointed that they don’t get it too.

I get disappointed that they don’t want to see.

For more than a decade, people have thought I was crazy.

I thought it would be easier to convert others if I hid my understanding better.

I try to hide my sight but it shows in my words, my voice, my eyes, and my smiles.

I try to hide my understanding but it shows in my actions & results.

I decided to stop preaching to slaves of shadows and do my own thing a long time ago.

I hid it better in the last half decade.

But it confuses me when people I care about are afraid to take a peak into reality.

I get sad knowing that they don’t even have the awareness to know they live in shadows.

I thought I could show them color slowly if I pretended to live in the shadows with them.

After years of actively trying, I finally gave up on the slaves of shadows.

Their chains are unshackled, they don’t exist.

They worship & love their luxury brands, titles, promotions, video games, porn, salaries, & reality tv.

They hate me for telling them about color and shadows.

I’m blessed that my wife and my inner circle see color.

They journey alongside me into greater depths and experiences of the vibrancy of life.

They’re confused as to why I even bother to help strangers & slaves see color.

They know it’s in my nature to rush back into the cave to tell everyone about color.

They support and love me for the attempt, the trying

After multiple cycles,

I learned that those awakening will see it in their own time, in their own journey.

I learned that those who seek the path find it themselves without any help.

I learned to be patient with the journey of those I care about.

I learned to accept most will never have courage to adventure.

My job is to simply leave helpful waystones for other wayfarers.

My job is to simply leave behind my own trail for others to see it’s possible.

My job is to simply show courage to encourage others to stay the course.

My younger siblings are slowly seeing color again.

They’ve seen the totality of it already.

I know they still see it. I know they understand.

It shows in their mindset and character.

It shows in their actions & results.

But they still choose to live in Plato’s cave.

The cave is comfort. The cave is people you grew up with and love.

The cave is acceptance. The cave is social norms.

I don’t blame them for this active choice.

An active choice in the shadows is not a bad life. I respect it.

Most people get glimpses of it and run away from it.

Most people hear about color and reject the possibility.

The sad ones are people who think they see color but only see shadows.

I respect my siblings for that.

The youngest though, Justin, he wants to live in color like me.

He’s begging for sight.

He wants to see but I can’t tell him where to go.

He wants to see but he’s already there.

I can’t tell him what to do for this is not the way.

Because when you see it, the path is blindingly bright.

My words are only foot steps.

My actions & results invisible to his reality.

He’s looking down at my trail.

He needs to look straight into the sun and his shadow.

His hero’s journey has just began and he is impatient.

Remember that there are no gurus, I am simply a fellow wayfarer.

Remember that every mentor and master must be surpassed.

Remember that to slay the dragon you must know its true name.

Remember impatience with action and patience with results. Remember you are a hero, not a tyrant.

Remember the ingredients to see are simple:

love, effort, focus, creativity, and kindness.

Remember Plato’s Allegory of the cave.

Ahia Jig