When master and disciple are recognized, learning and education begins with the greeting. And you go into an experience that has no reverse gear.
Someone shot an arrow, long ago, and the arrow kept flying in the air to hit the target at the right time.
was carrying a message for me that I could not arrive before or after.
The answers only come when you ask sincerely. When requesting a response is the heart and not head it makes a very different way.
My Heart released its request to the air through a tear in the midst of this ritual pain of the soul, was Joseph.
seems magical! And it is! For the spirit is the home of magic.
Joseph brought the response that was only the tip of the thread of Ariadne. The same thread that weaves everyday our friendship, our teacher-pupil-teacher-disciple, our Unkido .
And Joseph was full of surprises and gifts wrapped in love. And my tears of pain become tears of joy when my teacher and friend, offering me things like this heart ...
A story that Joseph Mataloni wrote to me and I, with your permission, transcribed here by way of thanks to him ...
Maga Traveling To my friend.
The magician climbs the mountain of the rituals, unaware that on the night of the guide star, we expected a hidden test, to forge into the secrets of magic.
however, sensed the magician, so it has crossed the desert and thirsty, yet is full of knowledge. When he finally reaches the top of the mountain, hardly see anything, because the clouds have covered the night with the fatigues of the road. Look everywhere, do not know what will happen, and feels heartbroken. At that time, like a song in the air, heard a voice singing. Follow the voice, until you reach a small cave behind a tree of wisdom. There is an old teacher, who is singing softly, melodies that are spontaneous. The magician sits, and when shut, the old man watches in silence. The mage is now smiling because he knows the first thing is knowing who you are, then they do, and only then do you feel and express.
not know if I said the night, or the look of the teacher, but is sure has been ablutions. It was a time in the mountains, until they parted with you soon. It was radiant, as if born again.
Any similarity of this story in real life, only the magician knows, even I suspect, can not be questioned.
Thanks Maestro! Thanks buddy! Thanks Joseph!
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