The Roshi Gets Possessed

 So it was a normal day at the office for the Roshi.  So many Zen students who come in an bow before him/her and tell them about this or that, how they have figured this or that out, what the buddha is and how proud they are to have figured it all out.  And for each one, the Roshi smiles, and rings his/her little bell and politely reminds them about its sort of not about figuring it out or explaining, or understanding, but its really difficult to convey that, so sometimes he/her get a little short with the students.  But they don't mind, they are good little students and this is all part of the training.  Or so I'm told.  

Anyway, one one day there was a humming in his/her ear and as he started to move his/her body was captured in a weird contortion, staining up with his/her neck at an almost uncomfortable angle that soon felt comfortable.  Staining up to reach, respond and make sense for some sort of something he/her realized that there was a voice in his head, and it had probably always been in his/her head.  And the voice was not really him, not really separate from her either.  But it felt strangely comforting, like it was always going to take care of him.  And he felt her body relax.  It was definitely a female voice though.  And although he could not articulate the reason why, it was a very ancient voice.  And it was no different that the voices that guide everything in the world.  And its sort of what he was here for.  What everything was here for.  So many voices. Especially in the early morning.  Especially at night.

And the voice told her alot of things.  About how Western humans have multitudes of these voices in their heads and around them.  And how ancient humans only had a few so it was much easier to deal with.  And how the voices will proliferate into an alchemical crescendo that will collapse in only a few voices.  Never one voice, though, because nature is not really like that.  And those one voice people are kinda boring, or so the spirit told him.  

Then there was another voice and he felt sad she had left. But as he tells his Zen students, its a gift, its not really about your intention.  But intention helps I guess, so that's why we are sitting around here all the time.