The Tale of the Wedding Feast

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Bill Davidson
Dec 1995

Creation never sleeps.
All doors lead to God.

nce upon a time, in a land far away, a man approached the dwelling place of the most reknowened physician in the kingdom. He paused at the doorway, sighed, then knocked.

The old physician peered out at the man, startled by the aura of sadness that surrounded the figure upon his threshold. He invited the stranger in, offering him comfort and hot tea.

As the tea pot was emptied, the stranger told a tale of personal sorrow, loneliness, and isolation in the midst of life. The good physician listened thoughtfully, then directed the man to see Jolin, the finest court jester in the Kingdoms history.

"Jolin will heal your sorrows, my friend," said the physician. "Jolin is a big spirit. He makes all who come to him laugh, and in their mirth and laughter, to discover their free and joyous self, that had been so well hidden."

The stranger stared at the kindly old physician, who again said, "You must go at once to Jolin." "But," stammered the stranger, "I am he. I am Jolin."

The physician wept as Jolin departed.

Jolin wandered out into the streets, past the noisy market throngs, and out through the gates of the city. Finally , he sat down in a quiet place, upon a knoll, from which he could view the eternal, changing sky and the city, that looked like a child's sand castle, floating in the green, misty distance.

Jolin was gazing into the busy sky, musing over his quandaries, when he became aware of a woman kneeling beside him. She was speaking to him, though her lips did not move. Her face was youthful and aged, all at once. At the sight of the woman, Jolin wept like a small child. The woman beckoned him to raise his eyes to hers. She placed her hand upon his, and in that instant, his body felt as if it was liquid. He was surrounded by a soft golden light.

Jolin blinked in amazement, for the beautiful woman had disappeared, though the soft, golden light persisted strongly.

Jolin quickly got up and hurried to the city, returning to the house of the physician, When he got there, the door was open, a table set with the finest settings, a sumptuous feast, and the rarest of fine wines and liqueurs.

The old physician beckoned Jolin to a place of honour at the table, as many other guests began to fill the small dwelling place. Jolin looked upon all of these things with great bewilderment. Then the old physician rose from his chair, his eyes shining.

He spoke: "Jolin, Our Dearly Beloved, we welcome you with open hearts. This gathering is in your honour, for today is your wedding day, and this is the wedding feast. The wedding took place this very day, and now we have gathered to celebrate this auspicious event."

The soft, golden light again appeared, circling Jolin's brow, filling his every molecule and atom with its caressing touch, encompassing the gathering, and much more beyond this.

The many, many guests , who filled the small home, cheered and laughed and drank the heady spirits.

This is the "Tale of the Wedding Feast," a love story from the Lands of Consciousness, for you who stand before the wise, old physician, uttering these words. "I am he. I am Jolin."