He who knows...

From the age of about eight, for a period of about 3 years, I went to school in Dagshai, a small Army Cantonment in the Simla Hills region in Northern India, where my army Dad was posted. My numerous memories, from this period on, tell me that this must have been the start of my 'stirring awake' phase of life. At that time we had beautiful books that we were taught from. I remember my school bag, with beautifully illustrated, hard-bound books imported from England, constructed with high quality, thick, glossy paper.

The English Reader was one of my favorites - called The Radiant Way, it was used in my school all the way up to Grade 7 (we used to say Standard I, II and so on). [As I wrote, nostalgia made me check on Google, and I found a seller in London with one copy of The Radiant Way Book V]. Well, back to my story -- in The Radiant Way Book V (Grade 5) there was a little poem:

He who knows and knows he knows
He's a wise man, seek him.

He who knows and knows not he knows
He's asleep, wake him.

He who knows not, and knows he knows not
He's a child, teach him.

He who knows not, and knows not he knows not
He's a fool, shun him.

I remember being profoundly effected by this little poem. He knows WHAT? -- The question, what does the wise (wo)man know, haunted me. Sometimes I felt like the child, who knew that (s)he knew not, and sometimes I felt like the one asleep, who knew but knew not (s)he knew -- but this I knew, that even at that age I didn't live with my eyes and my mind closed - and I was not someone who knew not, and knew not I knew not. There was a part of me, that had a million queries - and through childhood games, playing with dolls, playing 'house', a part of my young mind pondered big questions.

My ongoing and onward quest brought me many answers, and the answers brought more questions, and finally, after discovering Psychosynthesis all the pieces of the puzzle fell in place. I found my right place in the above poem. For me the revelation came through Psychosynthesis, but as the old saying goes, 'All roads lead to Rome' - thus there are a myriad paths to the divine. We may choose any one, but so long as its an authentic path - and this I can't stress enough.

Take a minute to ask yourself where in the poem are you. If the answer doesn't please you then start a quest. It's never too late. If you need my help and support, I'll be honored to support and cheerlead you...

In remembering the name of my Grade 5 English Reader I couldn't help but note how the word Radiant came into my life such a long time ago :-).

Kiki ;-)
P.S. My request to those who 'borrow' from this blog is to please give adequate credit to the source of the borrowed information - whether me, or books and people I quote from. Thank you.