Our Island Adventure - By LOST

An Island Adventure
Jun 07 2009, 7:39 pm - By Lotusblossom
(R.I.P Jennifer Lynne Clarke)


I am a being of pure energy and as a being of pure energy; I have the capacity to create my own circumstances. All of us come from the same universal energy, which inter-connects all living things. Most are unaware of their human birth right as beings of energy and are unable to tap into that part of them in which they intend to create.

And so it is I did not magically appear or awaken on the island of the lost. I have always been here like the trees, the island plants, and the water. I am one with the island and the island is one with me. All living beings are made of energy. We meaning humans,animals, plants, trees, water, the earth, all of nature and everything imaginable comes from the same universal energy, which inter-connects everything and everyone.



I know the island well and I walk it in the darkness of the night. Silent are my steps and yet to be discovered. I remain in a remote area of the island where people rather not tread.The land is that of the murky swamplands and there are stories of ghosts. Angry ghosts of voodoo witchdoctors whose practices brought about their deaths. Ghosts do not scare me, they are just imprints in time. Sightings of these ghosts are debatable.



I adore the mucky swamp waters. Beauty can be found where it is least expected. Beautiful flowers growup from the muddy water; these flowers are pure white, lovely, and untainted by the mud they have to pushed their way through to reach the top. I, myself, am marked by the symbol of the lotusblossom upon my back. A beautiful lotusblossom spreading across my back as a reminder that beauty that can be found where there is thought to be none and from inside the flower radiates the OHM symbol pronounced “ome” as in home which is a timeless sound and if one listens it can be heard radiating throughout the island. It means bliss or nirvana, for some heaven.

In my own little protected sanctuary, I cultivate herbs. Herbs are like weeds; they grow wildly and freely. I have found they do very well in sand. I like to nibble on my herbs as I work amongst my garden for nourishment. I believe in herbs medicinally and as an aid in maintaining health.

I feel secure here in my swampland home. I am at peace with the creatures that share their domain with me and they are at peace with me. When all have their needs met, all can live in harmony. They have become my dear friends. From the tiniest insect to the largest mammal.

And yes, I have found the voodoo witchdoctor stories to be more then just theories. I have come across their Book of Shadow’s in a piling of burnt ashes hidden amongst the sludge of the swamplands. Many of the pages were torn, covered in ooze and ash but I was able to decipher many of their writing. I have already put a protective spell on my range of dwelling so that I am not bothered by any of the grotesque creatures that walk this island. Plus, there is my ultimate belief and defense; it can only hurt you if you believe in it. I don’t allow myself those monkey thoughts.

So here I am on an island of paradise living a dream out; a dream protected by the swamps, spending my days cultivating herbs, meditating on the beauty of the lotublossom, chanting and studying a Book of Shadows left behind by some voodoo witchdoctors. I have also taken up making mala beads. Mala beads are like a rosary beads. I use dried berries or seeds and somekind of vine from the trees for the string to bind them together. They are made of 108 beads plus 1 gurubead. The vine, which is dyed redfrom the berries I find, stands for the unbroken lineage teachings or Dharma and bloodline of a wise teacher of long ago. I create a tassel for the end of the mala bead out of vines for the mala beads ….the tassel is a symbol of the lotus blossom that is the universal symbol of enlightenment. My days are full but my nights are spent otherwise.



At night, I wander out of my hiding place toward the camp of the lost islanders.This has become my ritual. I am particularly fond of one of them. I have to come to know him well. It is amazing how much you learn about people when you sit back and watch them. They never see me. I am quiet and remain in the shadows. The one I have been watching is often deep in thought although he would never let on. If it were not for him, I would have left the island long ago. Remember, we create our own reality. It is that simple but not everybody is ready to accept this truth…. and so there are many people here stuck on this island of the lost…. feeling hopeless and scared. They are here for a reason; they just haven’t found their inner truth.



I will not leave without “him” though. His timing must be right. If he is to leave with me, he needs to embrace the fact he has the ability to change his circumstances. To me he is worth waiting for… My lost love will find refuge in my healing arms. I will guide his way.

I know his heart; he will not leave the others behind. We can only help them so far along in their journey. They are in charge of their own fate and must learn how to tap into their own energy. They must realize they have the ability to heal themselves starting from within and have with the power to change and create their own circumstances. Nobody can do it for them. Also, collectively they can use they energy to bring about change and battle their demons.



At some point we must all face our inner most demons. They usually appear at times of strife. There is no avoiding what haunts the heart and mind. This must be dealt with in order to move on in life. Many times when dealing with our own demons we create outer demons bigger then life to battle so we do not have to deal with our the minds inside of us. It is a mere distract. The issue of us ourselves is still at hand. I know why these souls suffer, they suffer at their own hands and it is only they who can bring it to an end.



Right now, these are only thoughts going through me head as I watch the islanders try to make heads or tails of what is happening to them.


It is a perfect night, a full moon. Energy is high on a full moon. I step out of the darkness and all eyes transgress to me. My hair is long, full and wild from the humidity and my eyes are a deep blue, vast like the ocean. The light of the full moon illuminates my body and features. Maybe I appear ghostly to them. I greet them by saying “Blessings to all” …… I come in peace. Understandably they do not trust me. I pass out some of my herbs and ask them to try them and as a gesture of trust, I partake of them myself. I have chosen some herbs to assist people to relax and feel at ease. The conversation is kept light. I speak in soothing tones. Gaining trust is of up most importance. People are like sheep. In times of need, they look for a shepherd who will give them a sense of security, comfort, and love. I will be their shepherd. My Book of Shadow will be their Bible.



My night is coming to an end and I must return to the swamps. I stand and walk over to my beloved, the one with the long black hair, dark eyes, and captivating smile. My darling one, crazy, never….those who have yet to meet me cannot make a judgment about crazy. I take my mala beads from around my neck and place them around his neck. I repeat the words OM MANI PADME HUM “ohmman-ee pad-mee- hoom” which translates : “ Hail to the jewel in the Lotus” This represents the attainment of full enlightenment. It encircles the heart like a spinning flame bringing blessings to all.



I ask him to follow me back to my sanctuary. Here my beloved and I will create a center where the islanders can access medicinally herbs and access information onself-realization. At some point, I will write a Book of Shadows on universal energy and how it can aid in self-realization. Maybe there is part of me who is a voodoo witch doctor or just a witch. In reality, I am really just a student of Buddhism. Maybe I just have an understanding that many have yet to grasp. Energy never dies, it only changes form, and to me this is religion.

I have found someone in my life that I am inter-connected with. Yes, he is more significant then a grain of sand. He is MINE whether I ever see him or hear from him again. My energy is strong enough for the both of us. I will remain on the island for as long as it takes for him to battle his inner demons and for his self-realization to come about.



I am a healer and can bring about change. As subtle as it may be, change makes a difference. Maybe one day the islanders will be ready my Book of Shadows. Until one faces the reality of one’s own inner truth, one can never be free and is at the mercy of karma.


Very Good...That was exactly what you were meant to say my dear friend.
You can rest now, Your work is done.
Namaste Jacob
(Dedicated to Helmider - Elizabeth Clarke)