No Mountain, No Teacher, No Student

One of Vernon Howard’s talks was about a student agreeing to meet a teacher on a mountaintop.

Just as I am not sure if mountain top is one word or two, I do not know if this whole talk was not a set-up for failure. You may ask why a teacher would set a student up for failure. Because expectations never do anyone any good. But on with what I have learned.

I have learned that those who follow me regularly have all seen that trap and have embraced the absence of a teacher on a mountain. Oh, we yearn for life to give us this glorious concoction of enlightenment, but that is an impossible task.

I have been writing for so long that I have mentally and emotionally stepped into thousands of traps. I never thought it would take so long to learn a simple lesson. Oh, but it has been a long and dark life for me. And yet that is where my words arise. They don’t even come from Vicki and you (insert your name) are not even reading this essay.

But Vicki just keeps on stumbling forward, not in any way privy of where I am. Because in spite of all my studying, I have not changed considerably.

On this Christmas morning, the theme of “no mountain, no teacher, no student” arose and so it comes to life for you, gentle reader.

I do not bring Vernon Howard or any other teacher back to life. So how do I know what I know? It is the one talent that God has given me and I am not channelling, by the way. But my notes are freshly-new paragraphs on this or that that might help someone or another. That is how life goes.

This is written on Christmas morning. “Behold, I make all things new.”

Vicki Woodyard