Dear Pilgrim,
Hallo! We are so glad that you chose our little pamphlet. Thank you for trusting us enough to connect!
Recall a blessed moment from childhood. You pause in a dappled glade. Insects drone, the machine noise that underlies everything. Butterflies dance from flower to flower.
Beautiful.
Mindless.
Then a special visitor emerges.
A timid kangaroo, deciding all was safe, hopped from shelter to nibble fresh grass shoots.
You were in the moment, totally absorbed.
You were mindful.
- Choose your location carefully
Your pretty patio. The camellia you planted. The rose from your Motherβs collection. Your familiar birds, lizards, snakes, spiders and scorpions.
No, no, no, no!
Eventually a ball shall fly over your fence. Children will follow an intruding dog. When they fail to emerge, there shall be a ruckus. Parents, police, search parties - would you have them interrupt your meditation?
Find a lonely place.
- A little is a lot
Start slowly. A few minutes at a time is best for beginners. Some react badly to this advice, noting the trouble it takes to go to a lonely place.
- Start in spring
The Void shall open and all will face the Great Darkness. Until then, why make things difficult? Settle into your new practice in the warmer months.
But start this spring, not next. Some know not the date nor the hour. Some do. Take a hint.
- Prepare
Eventually you shall have no need of earthly sustenance. Meanwhile, pack a lunch. It canβt hurt.
- Set traps
Even the loneliest places are visited. Some seek a spot where their remains will not be found, leaving their families tormented, wondering at their fate.
More cheerful souls are uplifted by the bracing outdoors.
Then there are Others who eagerly seek to welcome visitors to the wilderness. At night. While they sleep.
Their practice is inimical to your own success.
Be prepared. Ensure they cannot disturb you, but also, that they cannot leave until you are ready to perform your duties as host. Their cries and negative auras are only a minor distraction. You will find many uses for them later.
And if your conscience twinges⦠no one is innocent.
- Misconceptions
Some speak of mindfulness as becoming one with nature.
Pfft! Nature is that which shall be consumed at the coming of The Great Ones. Who wishes to become one with that?
Mindfulness is about living in the moment. The Eternal Moment of a Great One moving you towards, but never quite within, His open maws.
- Bonne chance!
Not all have The Right Stuff to spread your consciousness throughout your patch, exerting your will over every tree, leaf, grass blade, insect and small mammal within your domain. Not all shall see The Arrival. For some there shall be fateful interruptions, exorcisms and Heroes Who Fight Back, not to mention housing developments.
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Have they gone? Thank Pan. Those fucking snivelling shits. Loser children who avoid the streets of their town for fear of bullies, and come across a fawn. Store it up like a Kodak moment. Rhapsodise about it in their journal. Pfft.
The idiots who become lost and fall down and give up, waiting to die. They see the wallaby hop by, then hear a car, and work out where the street is. If only they had hit their heads. Bled out and done us all a favour.
Some were lucky to see Bambi the day before he and his mother were shot. Mum in the freezer. A quick chop-chop, and Bambi is ready-
for the dogs.
You though. Oh yes, we see you.
A current drew you to a dark place. Your tag-along loser companion was there, the one you could never shake, jabbering away while you stalked between massive trees dragged upwards like kelp, their tops lost in the mist. You gazed upward, aware you were watched by unknown beasts in the thin light. You are one of the special few. You seized the day.
You realised your friendβs value. You grabbed him by the neck and forced his face burbling into the bog water. Anger channelled through your arms, through the knee you were forcing into his back. The relief you felt when you realised that he had stopped kicking some time ago. The release. Without knowing it, you had been searching for something all of your life, and here it was. The smile on your face, the lightness in your shoulders.
The stillness of the corpse.
In a day or two you would stumble from the bush, scratched, clothes torn, dehydrated, muttering about a man, a big man, whom you can describe no better. When pressed for details, when they shake you as though that will fix things, as though that will bring back Johnny, your mutterings will degenerate into screams for your mother.
After this you must be cautious. Eyes will always watch you now (though without seeing you, not really), but the prize was worth it. Your playmate will never be found, no one will ever be able to prove anything.
But that is for afterwards. Live in the moment. Johnny was the price of admission. You wait patiently. Ferns quiver. Branches part. Before your astonished eyes, something very special, very much rarer than any deer or wallaby emerges, accepting your offering.
It manifests.
No, it was not a big man. Not a man at all.
oh the delight
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Here you are now in this moment,holding this pamphlet. You have stayed the course after the fools have drifted away. While you slide through life, feeling apart from everyone else, beneath attention, just outside of awareness, unfulfilled, know that you are seen, beautiful child. We see you, dear pilgrim. You may not realise it, but YOU DID IT.
This is dedicated to YOU.
Thank you for reading our pamphlet. We hope you grow in mindfulness. Have a blessed day!