The Wheel and Where it started

No I am not writing here of the invention of the wheel we can all imagine how that developed. This wheel can be depicted in Tarot as the Wheel of Fortune, it could be the Wheel of Life, it is many things.
It is the Karma of all, it is the ending up where you started, like a great plot in a novel ending where it began. This novel is mine, my life and story (don’t worry I’m not writing a “hey listen to me, look at me thing”) it will end the way it began…in birth.
I hope your beginning to get the idea of the Wheel here now. My Wheel in this physical world began fifty years ago, and by the age of five I was confused as to why I could not remember who I was. I felt like a promise had been broken, I was told I would remember that life, I was told I would remember! Yet I could not and inwardly I think I was angry. I think that I was not allowed to remember because to do so would shut off anything I was to learn in this life down. Yet I was allowed to recall some items, these things were to be memories that would build me up or confirm something in my life, only when I would be able to handle it. That is one of the Wheels functions.
It is said what goes around comes around, whatsoever a man sows that shall he also reap, it’s karma and many other sayings I am sure. Yet the lessons I am learning from this wheel is that I can choose. I can choose to stay still, or to move ahead. As I move ahead the wheel makes an audible “click”, this “click” is the sound of things falling into place, and I am where I am supposed to be at this moment. There are many lessons from the wheel and each persons lesson will be different, sometimes parallel and sometimes intersecting mine, as I with them.
I am that five year old boy again sitting on the ground outside my home, in Hawaii. Wondering why I can’t remember. Confused, and a bit angry, without understanding who I was to be angry with. Looking off into the distance I bring my attention back to my tricycle in front of me on its back, the wheel is not moving, and with a grand smile I grab the peddle and begin to spin the wheel around and around as fast as I could letting my fingers drum along the spokes; and for now I am content to be this boy, Raymond. d.

~ by raykil on March 7, 2008.