The Seeker’s Spiral: Living the Mystery.
Prologue:
Christmas morning (Dec’ 2024’)…
I awoke to a dream lingering in the stillness of dawn—a dream that wasn’t just a vision but an awakening—another one on this eternal path. Questions stirred within me, as they always do, but this time, they arrived with something more—a profound realisation, a revelation, as if the very fabric of knowing had shifted.
And so, I began to write. The words came not from the mind alone but from somewhere deeper, flowing like whispers of a truth long dormant. I wrote until a story unfolded, a thread of awareness weaving itself into a tapestry I could finally see. It wasn’t an answer, not a solution, but a new lens—a new chapter of the journey I had always been walking but had only now begun to truly understand.
As the story unfolds below, know that it is not the end, nor even a beginning, but a glimpse into the spiral path we all traverse—the path of becoming, of being, of awakening again and again. This is the mystery, the paradox, and the quiet beauty of it all.
-There was a seeker who spent years chasing the mysteries of the universe. They sought answers in countless books and texts written by mystics, philosophers, and sages across the ages. The shelves of their mind were heavy with knowledge—stories of ancient truths, cosmic structures, and the unending pursuit of understanding. Yet, at the end of every day, they would sit quietly and stare out into the same world they had always known: a world filled with control, deception, greed, and competition.
“What has changed?” they wondered aloud. “With all this knowledge, am I any closer to truth? Humanity remains trapped in the same cycles, the same illusions. What is the point of being well-read if the wheel of existence continues to turn unchanged?”
As they pondered, they began to see a pattern. Every idea, every theory, every philosophy they had absorbed seemed to circle back on itself, echoing what others before had said. It was like a great spiral—beautiful but unending. They realised that being well-read often felt more like repeating what had already been said, rather than discovering something new. It was a recycling of wisdom that didn’t seem to touch the heart of life’s raw reality.
And so, the seeker asked themselves the hard questions:
“Does reading truly bring me closer to understanding? Or is it just a way of affirming what I already believe? Is this knowledge really mine if I haven’t lived it? How can I know what is true if my life remains untouched by it?”
They thought of the great minds whose words they had devoured. The mystics, yogis, and seers who had sat in caves, untouched by books, their truths carved from the silence of their own being. These were people who hadn’t written their revelations or sought to impress others. They had simply tuned into the energy of life itself, spoken their truths, and moved through the world like whispers on the wind.
The seeker saw the paradox clearly now: awakening doesn’t erase the human experience. Even the most enlightened still live in a world where rejection, poverty, betrayal, and energetic attacks exist. They might dissolve a hex, remove a block, or shift their energy—but the forces that create these things remain alive in the collective. And even the awakened must walk through the world, navigating its duality.
They turned inward and asked, “Why read? Why seek? If awakening doesn’t change the world, if knowledge is just a reflection of someone else’s journey, what is the point?”
The answer didn’t come in words, but in a quiet unfolding. They began to see that being well-read wasn’t about solving the mysteries of the universe—it was about enriching the experience of the mystery itself. Books were tools, not truths. The ideas within them could ignite awareness or provide a map, but the journey was still theirs to walk.
It became clear that the advantage of seeking wasn’t to change the external world but to transform how they experienced it. A book might open the mind or free it from societal conditioning, but real freedom was born from inner alchemy. It was in how they chose to meet the wheel of existence as it turned—whether they resisted it, fought it, or embraced it with clarity and love.
The seeker saw that the pursuit of knowledge had its limits. No amount of reading could replace the wisdom earned through the fires of lived experience. Poverty, rejection, betrayal—these were the true teachers. The alchemical process of walking through life’s hardships and choosing integrity, compassion, and courage amidst them—this was where the real awakening happened.
And yet, the paradox lingered. Even as they transformed, the world around them seemed to sleep. Awakening brought with it the profound challenge of living with open eyes in a world that often refused to see. It was not about saving others or forcing them to wake up. It was about embodying truth so fully that their very presence became a quiet invitation—a ripple of possibility in an ocean of inertia.
In this understanding, the seeker found peace. The journey wasn’t about solving the universe’s mysteries but about participating in them consciously. It wasn’t about escaping the human experience but about meeting it with grace, embodying the balance of the divine and the human.
They placed their books aside, not in rejection but in reverence. They had served their purpose, and now the real work began—not in seeking, but in being. They sat quietly, the great spiral of thought slowing, and in the silence, they heard a voice not from a book or a teacher but from within:
“Live your questions. Walk the path. The answers will come—not in words, but in the way your heart opens to the world, in the ripples of change your being creates, seen and unseen. The mystery is not to be solved; it is to be lived.”
And so, the seeker rose, stepping into the world not as one searching for truth but as one embodying it, knowing that even in a sleeping world, the awakened light their own way.
After all, it’s not about proving how much you know—unless you’re a teacher driven to gather followers to teach. It’s about how you live. It’s about embodying the fundamental foundations of a good heart: integrity, grace, respect, love, and compassion, even in the face of hate, greed, deception, and lies. Can you keep your heart open in the face of darkness? Can you offer grace and love without seeking revenge? Can you honour your path—whether marked by poverty or wealth—without competing, without proving your worth? Can you know your value, whether you mop floors or run corporations? This is the true paradox of life, the duality we all face, awakened or unawakened.
It is like the Zen proverb: Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. Awakening doesn’t free you from life’s labours; it deepens your relationship to them. The question is, do you let the ego take hold so you feel superior because of your knowledge, your books, your teachers, or your achievements? Or can you remain humble, not needing to prove yourself? Can you be enlightened and yet not feel separate?
Nature shows us this truth every day. The sun shines, unconcerned with who understands how it shines. It simply shines. And so, the question is not whether you can master knowledge or awaken others but whether you can shine your light steadily and humbly for no other reason than that it is who you are.
By Delahrose
A seeker no longer seeking, no longer reading the words of many. Awake to presence, watching the unfolding, knowing that the same cycles only continue when repeated. Being, yet still ever becoming.
Knowing that the end is not the goal, but that the journey itself is the practice—of knowing within and without. The alchemical path is not one of solving or seeking solutions, but of becoming.
“Inshallah“
Author of Fatima’s Alchemy -a Treasure To Behold ( June 2025’)
