The Manifesto
A modern parable on The End of Seeking
"This is not a book of answers. It is a story about the journey beyond answers. It follows a seeker who has achieved everything the world values, only to realize their true work lies within. It is a parable for the one whose search must now come to an end."
Looking for the Obvious
gravel approach to the manor. Ivy-clad Portland stone stands impressively ahead of him – altogether palatial yet homely. Admiring its grandeur he drives around the winged horse Pegasus, on top of a large central fountain, and right up to the manor steps. As he brings the DB12 to a slow halt the crunch of the gravel beneath the wheels stops. He sits for a moment listening to the quiet hum of the engine, turns the key and switches it off. He enjoys the stillness before climbing out and walking around to the front of it, admiringly touching the bonnet. The engine is still warm, clicking as it cools. Aaryan climbs the steps to the stately doors of the house. Light comes from several of the front-facing windows as dusk steals the last of the day's light.
Inside the manor Aaryan sits in complete silence. Smoothing invisible creases on his trouser legs he looks up. Below the man's head of wiry grey hair his brown skin glows, dark freckles splaying out either side of a wide flat nose, reaching up towards the eyes. The eyes are set in a soft face, full of wisdom and discerning intelligence. Mesmerising grey irises surrounding pupils as deep and enigmatic as galactic black holes rest upon him, waiting. In tune with the sophistication of the man's three-piece grey suit and polished shoes, the spacious room is elegant. It is decorated with purple silks and soft whites that give the room a comforting yet regal ambience. Aaryan looks out of the tall ornate windows as if inspiration would make flight from outside and land on his head. He rather hopes it would. Aaryan is unaccustomed to silence of the sort that stills a person. It is a strange kind of silence. An enigma that makes him feel vulnerable, exposed, see-through - but he does not feel threatened. On the contrary he knows innately that he is safe here. Yet, where words normally flowed he has only a taciturn persona to offer.
The man, whose gaze does not waver from Aaryan's face even for a moment, sits only a few feet away. He is years older yet has the youthful gleam of an innocent child.
gravel approach to the manor. Ivy-clad Portland stone stands impressively ahead of him – altogether palatial yet homely. Admiring its grandeur he drives around the winged horse Pegasus, on top of a large central fountain, and right up to the manor steps. As he brings the DB12 to a slow halt the crunch of the gravel beneath the wheels stops. He sits for a moment listening to the quiet hum of the engine, turns the key and switches it off. He enjoys the stillness before climbing out and walking around to the front of it, admiringly touching the bonnet. The engine is still warm, clicking as it cools. Aaryan climbs the steps to the stately doors of the house. Light comes from several of the front-facing windows as dusk steals the last of the day's light.
Inside the manor Aaryan sits in complete silence. Smoothing invisible creases on his trouser legs he looks up. Below the man's head of wiry grey hair his brown skin glows, dark freckles splaying out either side of a wide flat nose, reaching up towards the eyes. The eyes are set in a soft face, full of wisdom and discerning intelligence. Mesmerising grey irises surrounding pupils as deep and enigmatic as galactic black holes rest upon him, waiting. In tune with the sophistication of the man's three-piece grey suit and polished shoes, the spacious room is elegant. It is decorated with purple silks and soft whites that give the room a comforting yet regal ambience. Aaryan looks out of the tall ornate windows as if inspiration would make flight from outside and land on his head. He rather hopes it would. Aaryan is unaccustomed to silence of the sort that stills a person. It is a strange kind of silence. An enigma that makes him feel vulnerable, exposed, see-through - but he does not feel threatened. On the contrary he knows innately that he is safe here. Yet, where words normally flowed he has only a taciturn persona to offer.
The man, whose gaze does not waver from Aaryan's face even for a moment, sits only a few feet away. He is years older yet has the youthful gleam of an innocent child.
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aryan drives diligently along the
Perched on the armrest of the large couch his hands rest on his ever present prop; his walking stick. Aged fingers curl themselves around the handle, the marble moulded to fit his palm perfectly. Since he always walks tall, composed and deliberately, Aaryan finds himself wondering whether the walking stick is purely for show, an accessory of sorts. The man loosens his grip on the stick as if reading Aaryan's thoughts.
"I don't know what to do now," Aaryan says, punctuating the silence. "I was passionate about Satyug, totally committed to the cause. I spent years developing the vision, the company. And I loved it. And now.... Well now it's all changed and I'm not sure what to do next. I need to pause. Reflect. What is this all for?"
When there is no response Aaryan continues the inquisition into his own mind. "Well I suppose that I have to find some meaning; some purpose. You know - the purpose of my life."
He looks up. Those grey-tinged eyes are watching him from over the rim of the teacup. Taking another sip of tea, he puts the cup down on the tray in the gentlest manner before unclasping his watch and placing it delicately on the tray beside
the teacup. "Finding the purpose, huh? Tell me something, how many people are there on the planet today? How many have come and gone? How big is the earth in the solar system, in the galaxy, in the universe? What makes you want to find the purpose? Is it a good subject for the entertainment of your mind or is it to fuel your ego?"
Aaryan gives the questions due consideration, his brain chewing them like cud; slowly, mindfully.
"I still am missing something, these social needs and corporate politics, I'm not just this. I’ve built the world, but this golden cage is not my home. There's something else, something bigger. I don't know.” He pauses and there comes an aha! moment, Aaryan exclaims, “I've got to know myself, realise my true Self."
"That you have to; most certainly. The question is, what are you willing to do to achieve this?"
aryan drives diligently along the