Eve Dönüş Yolu – The Way Back Home

Eve Dönüş Yolu – The Way Back Home


THE WAY BACK HOME Everything is serene and beautiful. Familiar smells are leading me on my way back home. I’m not alone, but I can’t see the one beside me who fills this place. Since my childhood years I have with great longing searched for my home. A tough and pain filled road. If I journey a little farther… …If I withstand a little longer, I want to believe I will reach my home. But as the years passed by, I saw that it was not so. The remaining memories slowly lost their clarity… …and the warm yellow colors started to grow cold. Cold… empty… …and meaningless. [Everything is serene and beautiful.] If there hadn’t been sensitive signals encouraging me to continue… …this journey would have ended a long time ago. I am in a dry, thirsty land. The truth is, this is it, everything is made up to this. I approached many guides with hope… …but there is neither a road nor eyes that see. I feel like someone in the middle of the ocean, waiting to die from lack of water. There was water everywhere but no taste. There were crowds everywhere but I was alone. One of those who though they had found it said… …I see! I see! When I approached them excitedly, I realized these were the voices of serpents. Intellectual facts determined the truth of what they saw. The pain of the poison that they carried within, was worse than those of others. Everything is about what is seen… …everything else is nothingness. How can the indescribable longing for home… …that dwells in the heart be disregarded by knowledge. If you were blindfolded… …would you believe the sun didn’t exist? There were many times, where I almost claimed the sun didn’t exist. I couldn’t do it, because it was very painful. It was called the enlightenment process… …but I was being buried alive in the darkness. In the slowly devouring emptiness. The hope that a gate existed to a world where my home lay… …was a truth carved into my heart… …but no matter how much I tried… …I couldn’t reach it. My home. My home. [All struggle to fill the eternal emptiness inside of them…] […some with careers, some with hobbies…] […and others with many other different things.] [The thought that life can’t just be made up of this and the longing for home…] […confined people into invisible dungeons of unhappiness.] [I later realized that though this eternal emptiness was Mankind’s greatest chance…] […it transformed into a curse.] [Though some were aware of it…] […they continued to struggle hopelessly against the eternal emptiness.] [What is eternal?] It is thought that the weakest and most defenseless moment of a person… …is when they first open their eyes to the world. But even in that moment, the power of a newly born baby… …to flecks its muscles when facing the terror of falling… …is incredible. The struggle to hold on… …is such a tiring process that starts at birth and ends with the last breath. [My home…] […the only place where I can rest my head…] […but without reaching home, how can a person rest?] [How can one feel safe in life while roaming the outdoors?] [Lives lacking safety…] […are the most bruising and the most tiring.] Who and what can be trusted? Family, spouse, love, doctor… …friends, surroundings, career, savings? Who and what can be trusted and to what extent? What if I face situations that overpower what I own and those I love? Then what happens? Everything is fine now… …what about later? Absolute trust… …is possible? How can trust be gained if always safe and under control? [By letting go.] [As long as you hold on, you will not receive…] […but when you let go and open your hands up, you can receive it.] Letting go? It’s against the nature of Mankind. People are ready to do everything… …but letting go? No! Humans hold on as they fear… …but fear more as they continue to hold on. Mankind… …continues to hold on hopelessly… …but everything that is held onto must rip. somewhere. The only thing that does not rip is… …disappointment! Reaching the home where absolute trust exists… …is like going beyond a rainbow. The reason that people drown horrifies me. Not because they can’t swim! But the struggle to hold on. The pressure and fear of this struggle pulls a person toward the bottom. And finally… …kills them. If a person calmly waits in water… …the water naturally raises them up. Trust is the hand of love. [Only by holding onto love, can you gain the absolute trust you hopelessly search for.] Even if storms and waves attack… …love still embraces us. The purpose of life is a bottomless pit that people have tried to fill for thousands of years. Many words have been said and written about it… …but nothing has changed. All is vanity! Vanity of vanities. The earlier generations also loved, were loved, cried… laughed, embraced, met, sowed, reaped and… …parted ways. Within the fog… …they disappeared and left. I watched the freely flying butterflies who have a lifespan of mere days. Fearless, carefree. This must be freedom. Free butterflies. When you join them, you start to hear the songs of the Yellow Land. They called me home. The happy butterflies had discovered the secret to time: The moment. Their flutters under the sun had already ignited my longing for home. Freedom nourishes trust… …and trust nourishes love. When love is developed, all fears and worries disappear. A free person is a happy person. A free person… …is strong. A free person is truly free. But who is free? Mankind is in a pitiful state, having been addicted to things they have claimed to be free of. While claiming to know, were tricked. While claiming to see, became blind. While claiming to be civilized, became corrupt. While claiming to own everything is naked… …and miserable. The things that humans put forward as the purpose to life… …are but drops in the ocean and… …they’re also empty. We’re lost in complex solutions that have been brought up over thousands of years. Was there any progress on our way back home? Not even that. The mind, the poor conquered mind… …has to be led through the darkness by hand. When the mind can not… …the heart takes over. [I realized that the voice, was speaking to me through my heart.] [It was leading me home in this way.] It’s like I’m in hell. [Because of an enemy.] What should I do? [You are my children. You have been tricked, conquered…] […deprived of my glory.] We have lost the perfection and immortality that had been given to us. We forgot who we were and whose likeness we were created after… …led to forget. We were imprisoned into a mortal world full of pain. Imprisoned. I was. Lost in pitch darkness. How could you let this happen? [There are some circumstances that limit my limitless power and character.] [How would you define yourself?] What did you say? What did I say? Love. Yes, love. The body can’t live without blood… …and the soul can’t live without love. The heart of the soul is love. The heart of the soul is living through an eternal crisis because of its lack of love. [Love is free, love does not force, is not forced and can not be conquered by force.] [Love…] […chooses what it wants.] That was when I understood what limited him and led us to be in the state we are in. Because he is love. The nature of love is free choice. Mankind rejected, without thinking. Yes, we move like dead leaves swaying with the wind… …and we call this living. Everything that separates from him dies… …because he is the source of life. [I am life.] [Death is my absence and has nothing to do with me.] Where does death come from? Is it a punishment? [The inevitable consequence of rejecting light is to be in darkness.] That was when death appeared. Darkness… …is terrible. Darkness entered the world and spread when the light was rejected. [Death is in the darkness.] [Yet you were created as the children of light, to reign over the morning stars.] We are in dark swamps where fear reigns. Our lives have turned us into deadly creatures. [That is why the history of man is full of pain and tears.] Death… …wars, violence, hunger… …hate and misery. We were imprisoned into these. Is this life? [Life, is the unrecognizable thing that people hopelessly search for internally.] [Life is eternal and perfect.] [It’s the joy of reaching the home you have always wanted to reach yet have never seen.] The eternal joy of the heart. [I am life.] Why do you not fill us? As long as you don’t fill us, we’ll stay empty. [Light destroys darkness.] [But darkness contained something that light loved with its life.] [One day, I will return and sacrifice myself for all of you.] The tiny light of a candle. [When you take the candle into a dark room…] […the darkness disappears.] How so? [Love and the passion it carries within are even stronger than death.] Light entered the world without its brilliance. Though it looked like everyone else on the outside, on the inside it carried the essence of light… …and didn’t resemble those in the darkness. An abnormal, foreign situation for the world. But what should I do? [If you’re slapped on the right cheek, turn the other cheek.] [Love your enemies.] [Love your neighbor as yourself.] Even the weak brilliance of the light as it touched the darkness… …was as powerful as its most glorious brilliance. The size of the heart was the size of his love. Love, to love, gave itself up. [The love in light is stronger than death.] [A gift.] Gifts always bring joy. Love’s gift is greater than its receiver. [The great sacrifice of love.] Its value is priceless, so no one should try to buy it. The gate of love is open wide. [Love is strong enough to accept rejectance,] [but still great enough to continue to love.] [Love chooses…] […and waits to be chosen.] Adapted from the book of “Talking with God on the Way Back Home” written by Ismail Serinken

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