To Be Or Rock To Be
By Intipakaret
Copyright 2014
What you consider to be the most ordinary about you is often the extraordinary others see in you. We commonly take our gifts for granted and inadvertently inspire others with what comes naturally to us.
When the young soul Kalakas had an opportunity to incarnate to be the consciousness of a large volcanic mountain on Earth, he jeered at the offer, believing that he was going to be doing nothing.
Succumbing to some gentle provocation from his mentor, he did indeed end up spending eons on Earth doing nothing.
Was it going to be the most agonizingly boring life review ever when he returned to the spirit realm, or was there a lesson as monumental as the legacy of the Rock?
Contents
Chapter 1: The Incarnation Department
Chapter 2: The Birth
Chapter 3: The New Guy
Chapter 4: Humdrum Existence
Chapter 5: The Village Nearby
Chapter 6: Still Not Doing Anything
Chapter 7: Each to Their Own
Chapter 8: The Death
Chapter 9: The Review
Chapter 1 – The Incarnation Department
Out in the Heaven realm, a young soul called Kalakas happened by the Incarnation Department when he spotted an opportunity for a Rock. He felt it called out to him and out of curiosity, he stepped in to have a chat with the guide-on-duty.
“Hi, I want to know more about this opportunity to be a Rock.”
“Sure”, said the guide, “it’ll be on Earth, it is to be a very large rock, more like what they call a mountain.”
“OK, and what will I be doing?”
“Nothing.” The guide replied simply.
“Nothing?!” Kalakas frowned, “what kind of opportunity do you call that!”
“Just that – an opportunity.” The guide again responded flatly.
“Nah, that’s not for me”, Kalakas waved his hands dismissively, “you see, at my last visit, I was a soldier, raised to be the best and achieved the rank of Colonel; before that, I tried being an engineer and ended up an inventor; prior to that, I had also been…”
“A farmer, seamstress and politician. Yes, we know!” Came a voice from behind.
Kalakas swung round and exclaimed, “Gilligan! Sir! So good to see you!”
Gilligan was a much more seasoned soul who had had numerous incarnations on Earth. Currently he had chosen to remain in the spirit realm, to act as a guide and mentor for other souls on their journeys of discovery and growth. He had been Kalakas’ guide and companion on his earlier visits to Earth and most importantly, he had been there to receive him every time when Kalakas completed his contract and returned.
“I thought you were working with the Momentaries? What are you doing here?”
The Momentaries were souls who volunteered for short term human incarnations; this meant they would complete their soul contract from as soon as a few minutes following birth to about human age 12 or so. Whilst these relatively traumatic experiences were likely be undertaken by more mature souls, it was nevertheless important to have guides on stand-by during the critical transition phase.
“I still am”, Gilligan clarified cheerfully, “I just felt like swinging by and fancy seeing you here!”
Kalakas sighed at the sarcastic tone Gilligan had obviously intended, “this was not a coincidence I take it?” He dipped his head a little while starring up at Gilligan and pointing at the little poster.
“Looks like a good one to me!”
“It’s a Rock, Gilligan! I won’t be doing anything!” Kalakas frowned.
“That is one truth”, Gilligan said gently as he turned around and moved on, “take care my friend, I have to get back to my work now.”
“Argh OK…” Kalakas groaned at the guide-on-duty, “sign me up!”
Chapter 2 – The Birth
A massive volcano erupted somewhere on the ocean floor on Earth; the seismic activities could be felt for miles around, the water in the immediate vicinity started boiling as it was doing its best to cool the tons of magma spewing from the Earth’s core. The ocean crust cracked open as easily as egg shells and before long, the landscape in the area was changed forever as Mother Nature facilitated the birthing of new land masses on Mother Earth. Most conspicuously, there was now a mountain towering above the waterline, formed from materials that were buried deep inside the Earth’s core only hours ago. It’s not the largest or tallest by any means, but nevertheless impressive, commanding and for some time to come, still hot to the touch as the migrating lava gradually found its rightful place to settle down and take in its new environment.
Along with the physical structure, a new consciousness was also born.
Chapter 3 – The New Guy
“Hey hi, you’re the new guy,” said the Ocean as a matter-of-factly.
“Yes,” the Mountain replied with comparable enthusiasm.
“So what do you do?” the Ocean’s tone piqued a little.
“I don’t do anything, but thanks for keeping my feet cool anyway.”
It would have been quite easy for the Ocean to take offence at the off-handedness, but she had seen enough over the eons to be bothered by such immature antics.
“Sure, no problem,” the Ocean maintained her friendly approach, “and is it OK if occasionally I bring some friends who might need a home or some rest?”
“I guess.”
Before long, life was teeming along the waterline at the foot of the mountain as algae and moss began colouring the bare rocks, different species of crustaceans started anchoring themselves on the surface or roaming nearby, adding dynamism to the otherwise static display.
Chapter 4 – Humdrum Existence
The Mountain felt something on his face, it was irritating at first but he soon got used to it. Over time, he even began noticing subtle differences but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Hello, sorry I haven’t introduced myself properly, you didn’t seem very approachable before,” said the Wind.
“Oh? And what made you think I am approachable now?” The Mountain retorted.
“I didn’t,” asserted the Wind, “but since we’ve met so many time, it’s only good manners that one of us reaches out!”
“OK, so who are you and what do you do?”
“I am the Wind, I go everywhere and in all directions, it’s great!”
“Well congratulations, I am the Mountain and I don’t do anything.”
“Oh OK,” the Wind was somewhat disappointed that his friendly efforts weren’t reciprocated, but he pressed on nevertheless, “well then, we’ll meet again for sure, and just to let you know, sometimes my friends like to ride along with me and they might need your help too, is that OK with you?”
“Yeah, heard that before already.” The Mountain grunted.
As time passed, the Wind had brought with him thousands of species of seeds and other life-forms, which began thriving on the Mountain. The Wind also brought with him gallons of water vapour, some settled to nourish the plants and animals, others climbed to higher altitude with help from the Mountain and became clouds.
Chapter 5 – The Village Nearby
At a village some 50 miles from where the Mountain was, young children were enjoying a new folklore which their grandparents never heard.
During your grandparents’ generation, life was much harder then. We are a small village and we need to be self-sufficient; grow our own food and rely on whatever the ocean can provide for us. Before you were born, one day there was a huge earthquake and together with the tidal waves afterwards, much of the village was destroyed. We cursed hard, as if our lives weren’t already difficult
enough. Soon after though, we began noticing some differences: it started off by our fishermen reporting bigger and easier hauls and with that, they were able to spend less time out at sea and more time at home. It has also meant that there will be more choices for you younger people, since we are less preoccupied with fishing now. There are now people to make better houses, to run schools, even travel further to other villages. Farming has also changed; it used to be difficult to tell how much rain we were going to get and crops were unreliable. But now, we seem to be getting rain quite regularly and so you don’t need to be concerned about food and harvest like we used to have to… Some people say it’s the spirit in the new mountain looking over us.
Chapter 6 – Still Not Doing Anything
A flock of seagulls landed on the Mountain one day.
“Hello, we are seagulls on our migratory journey, so what do you do?”
“I don’t do anything,” came the standard response.
“Oh OK then. Some of us are on our migratory journey but a few are getting older now and cannot go much further. Is it OK if they stay here and we’ll meet up with them again on our return?”
“Sure, doesn’t bother me!”
“Actually some of our younger ones may also need to stay here a while, they are too weak yet to make the rest of the journey.”
“Suit yourselves, plenty of room.”
The old ones looked after the young ones; they showed them how to pick food from the bottom of the hill near the water and how to find shelters at night. The young ones looked after the old ones, they showed them the glorious sunrise from the top of the Mountain and the aspiring sunset from their shelters as they awaited the return of their flock.
Chapter 7 – Each To Their Own
Decades passed, yet no two days were ever the same on the Mountain. Visitors had come and gone; some species had flourished, others had become extinct.
The Mountain had, however, maintained his stance, both literally and metaphorically. Time and again he had reminded anyone who cared enough to ask that he didn’t actually do anything; initially there was a sense of shame disguised as aloofness, gradually it progressed to reluctant nonchalance and eventually, simple resignation.
“Well, you’ve done alright,” he would say to the mighty trees who started off as seedlings when he first met them, “I’m still trying to figure out what I’ll do when I grow up!” he would comment sarcastically.
Nobody really understood the Mountain, it seemed true enough that he really wasn’t doing anything. He had been steadfastly rooted to the seabed all this while, among a gargantuan eco system that was infinitely dynamic and lively; everybody went about their business and what little attention they had afforded the Mountain exponentially faded away.
Chapter 8 – The Death
The day started out ordinarily enough, the golden rays made the usual attempt to penetrate the rich foliage on the East face, the gentle Wind would greet the Sun good-day, sometimes making rainbows together just for fun, much to the delight of the animals and plants who had made the Mountain their home.
Except this morning there was something else in the air. It was a general sense of agitation, as if the atmosphere was in a bad mood. The normally cordial wind appeared to have swirled into an angry gust for no reason, and in the process of which it had also disorientated the friends in flight, leaving them undecided whether to make a landing or continue with their holding pattern; the trees and shrubs had also been dawned a premonition, judging by their eerie silence instead of the usual hustle and bustle in the morning; the occupancy density in the nooks and crevices was also markedly boosted, as if they preferred the claustrophobic confines to the open space.
Then it happened. All of a sudden, the steadfast Mountain, whom everyone had been taking for granted, started shaking violently as if it was a hollow mud cone; the fault-line on which it had perched was once again mediating between budging tectonic plates under the ocean, with everything above it being the collateral damage. Within half an hour, fresh magma shot right at and much of it through the Mountain, in complete disregard of his similarly dramatic past, or the demised future of his inhabitants. Ash clouds enveloped the aerial view to the once majestic monolith, decimating any chances of a final goodbye from those who managed to escape to safety in the stratosphere.
That day, the Mountain drew his last breath.
Chapter 9 – The Review
“Ah but of course…” Kalakas gave his friend and mentor Gilligan a warm embrace, “not unexpected, but I am still inordinately pleased to see you!”
“Not as pleased as I am to see you, my brave friend!” Kalakas could feel the genuine warmth and respect from his senior, “Quite an entrance and exit I see!”
“Sure…” Kalakas drew it out a little, “not much in between though,” he frowned slightly.
“Well, let’s see, shall we?” Gilligan gestured for Kalakas to take a seat next to him, in front of them a large, white space, there were no one else around and there was nothing else on their consciousness at that point, except for Kalakas expecting to see himself, incarnated as a large rock, standing there for eons before returning to the spirit realm.
The space in front of them started to shimmer a little, with a tint of turquoise; before long, Kalakas realised he was looking at an underwater scene. Schools of exotic looking fish were swarming around, darting in and out of the equally attractive coral reefs; nearby colonies of crustaceans supported the scene with a more static background display, some with their flailing flagella floundering against the gentle current.
In the background, where Kalakas was seated, he could hear some noise that didn’t belong to the ocean scene; as he listened to it more intently, it seemed to be saying: so what do you do… oh I don’t do anything…
The focus of the scene in front began shifting in an upward direction, as if they were following the contour made by the barnacles and the surface on which they were attached. Gradually Kalakas saw that it had been a scene from the foot of the Mountain, where it met with the waterline. Soon after, their senses began being bombarded quite differently: they could feel the wind on their faces, the scent of the ocean, the soothing sound of waves splashing against the rock, and the harmony amongst the biodiversity of the dry land had a holographic resonance to the wider Universe.
“Wow, that’s beautiful!” Kalakas blurted out, almost involuntarily.
Once again, he thought he heard the whisper in the background: so what do you do… oh I don’t do anything…
The imagery panned further upwards, until the sky was visible from the top of the Mountain. Then it zoomed into a pair of seagulls, one older and the other much younger, standing atop the Mountain at the brink of dusk; further ahead towards the horizon was a flock of birds in motion and elegant formation against the progressively crimson canvas. Kalakas could see that although the pair were both bidding their companions goodbye, one was filled with pride and nostalgia, the other was with hope and aspirations.
The murmur persisted: so what do you do… oh I don’t do anything…
Kalakas turned to Gilligan, but he couldn’t make it out from his mentor’s face whether he was also tuned in to the lingering catch-phrase.
The scenery locked onto some beautiful cloud formations just above the mountain top, and it travelled with them for a while before Kalakas noticed what sounded like children playing and making noises. He saw a simple open structure with a crowd of kids under the roof and someone larger standing at the front talking to them.
“That’s a school!” Kalakas recalled this knowledge from his past human incarnations. There was still no response from Gilligan.
There was a distinct positive vibe coming from the village, which Kalakas recognised to be gratitude. People seemed happy as they went about their variety of activities. Kalakas tuned in and caught snippets of their conversations: crops were good again this year, the Mountain god has been good to us… we were so worried but they came home safely, they took shelter in
the caves at the big mountain during the storm… fishing is now much easier than the old days before the Mountain was there…
The scene gradually faded and almost instinctually, Kalakas started listening out for the background mutter but instead, he saw Gilligan turning to him, looking somewhat earnest; “So my friend, what did you do all that time?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Kalakas bowed to his mentor in reverence, while smiling to himself.
THE END
About the Author
Intipakaret is a spiritual name gifted by a Peruvian sharman, it means “Light before the next moment”. His everyday name is Andy Chan.
In 2012, Andy and Ann started ACAST (Aleph Centre of Accelerated Spiritual Transformation) to help connect others with spiritual learning and perspectives by creating workshops, conducting short meditations and sharing their thoughts in written materials. Visit https://www.acast.me for more.
Andy also helps transform people as an independent Leadership facilitator and executive coach. As such, he is associated with some of the most established leadership research and development institutions in the world and has regular contacts with senior corporate clients. Whilst there is already much overlap, he continues to aspire to bring the two worlds closer together.
Andy was born in Hong Kong, spent much of his life in the UK and currently resides in Singapore. You can contact him on
[email protected].
ALSO BY INTIPAKARET
Ode to the New Human
…any Human can potentially become Master of the Spirit realm, but no Spirit can ever become Master of the Human realm
With these words from the Arcturian elder, Naemis is once again reminded of just how insignificant she is in the scheme of the Cosmos, yet how magnificent her work has been with her twin soul Simean.
Having agreed to be part of the New Human experiment, the pair of twin souls are taking turns to be human incarnates, and using their special bond and connection as a conduit to accelerate the raising of the Human Consciousness, so that Earth’s evolution can be expedited to be in line with the wider cosmic plan by Source.
In this three-part novel, set mostly against the system Arcturus in the spirit realm and the United Kingdom in the Earth realm, we see how Naemis struggles with her inner knowingness while incarnated as a male orthopedic surgeon, how Simean is being prepared for his maiden incarnation on Earth as the first New Human, and how the divine connection between the two play out on the different sides of the Veil; all the while being aided and mentored by the healing experts Arcturians.