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The Martin Schulman Story Collection © 2006-2007 Viewing: 1- The Boy and the Sword |
A Word from the Author
I have always felt that Astrology is more than our deducing the effects of planetary
motion.
Rather, it is a way of life filled with the colors and tapestries of all our
dreams. Wherever we turn in this universe, we are part of a story; an
unfolding story of hopes, prayers and aspirations for a better life. In every culture
we find this fabric of folklore in its legends, myths and fables that are
handed down from elders of the past to each new generation until it becomes woven into
the cloth of a new age who in turn treasures it and holds onto it much longer
and more dearly than diamonds and gold.
These stories are our spiritual fibre and how well we can recall them,
live them and tell them breathes life into our existence and creates our children's futures.
They span across cultures and religions, languages and races, for they are the
very essence of all we are. Whatever we do or have done, it is the story of it
that lives on and in these stories presented here, we can find deeper meaning to our
lives as they warm our hearts and enrich our souls with understanding and love.

The Boy and the Sword
In an ancient time long ago in a far off land there was a young man who lived in a small
village.
He watched those older than him with much admiration. Especially, he watched the
brave swordsmen, vowing to himelf that one day he would be like them.
Each day he would sneak off to watch them and each night he would dream of himself
becoming one of them. This went on for some time, until finally one night, he could
take it no longer.
While the elders of the village slept, he packed his belongings and with some fear but
much anxiousness, he quietly crept amidst the shadows until the village slowly got
smaller behind him, as he headed off to a distant land, where he heard there resided the greataest
swordsman in all of the world.
He traveled for many days, stopping only to rest and ask directions in passing villages along
the way. As the days passed, his curiosity got the better of him and he spent much of his
time wondering what this greatg swordsman would be like.
Exhausted from the arduous journey he finally reached the village where this great
swordsman lived. At the end of a long row of huts, there was one which seemed to be set apart from the others, almost
as if reigning above them. From what the villagers had told him, he knew this to be the
home of the great swordsman he was seeking.
He had heard many things of this man, mostly that he was a master and this made him feel
somewhat frightened as he knocked upon the door of the hut, trying to stand as tall as his short frame
would allow and gather as much courage as he could find.
He could hear a creaking whoosh as the door gave way to the form of a powerful man wearing
a shiny sword at his side..
At first his presence seemed overwhelming, and as their eyes met, the young man felt that there
was little about this man that he could understand.
"What brings you here?" the Swordmaster asked, with a patient smile.
"I want to learn to be a great Swordsman. Will you teach me?" the words stuttered with
anxiousness, the struggles of the long journey and the desperate expectations of youth
trying to reach beyhond its years for something not yet understood.
The Swordsman looked at him intensely as if to read the young man through and through, yet hardly
showing him any indication that he was doing that.
The many years as a Swordsman had taught the Master not to show emotions prematurely before
sizing up a situation and understanding it fully. He could feel the impatience of the young
man, his anxiousness and inexperience with life.
"Perhaps I can teach you, but it will take some time and you must do everything
I say."
The young man's eyes gleamed, "Oh yes, anything!"
he agreed instantly..
From that day forward, a long and very special relationship began between the Swordmaster and the young man. He took
the boy into his home, spending time and meals with him and slowly assigning him chores.
At first, the youth was eager to please and would draw water form the well, do the
cleaning chores and scrub pots.
Each night the Swordmaster would spend time with him, telling him stories about life
and each day he would instruct the young man to do more chores. Yet, never in any of
this instruction did he tell the young man anything about wielding a sword.
The days turned into weeks and months. The young man began to grow restless. He would
stare quietly at the pots he was scrubbing and asked himself.....
'How could this possibly make me a swordsman? I do not understand.'
Gradually he grew more discontented. He would stare at the Swordmaster, always
wanting to ask him when would his sword instruction begin, but the Swordmaster would only
smile at him quietly, nodding his head gently, as if to encourage the young man to get on
with his chores.
Soon the young man began to dream of when he could wield a sword. As he would go about
his chores, he became more impatient, stealing looks at the swords hanging on the wall of
the hut, thinking about the battles the Swordmaster must have been through. His demeaner
grew more intense. There was an edge to his character as each pot he scrubbed seemed to be
another obstacle to his learning.
'When would he be allowed to pick up a sword and why was the Swordmaster stalling
him?' He could not answer these questions and every time he looked at the Swordmaster wanting to
ask, the Master would bow slightly in respect, and nod as if to reassure him that all
was well. Yet, all was not well with the young man as he seemed to be getting further and further
from his goal.
The Master observed him carefully every day, never letting on to what he saw. He could
feel the young man shaping his consciousness to a one-mindedness of purpose, growing
constantly angrier at distracitons.
Then one day, when he saw the young man exhasperated beyond all hope of ever
becoming a swordsman, angry at all the time he had put in seemingly to no avail, and
thinking he might never be taught how to wield a sword, the Master approached him...
"You must put down the pots you are scrubbing," he said, and without any other words, he
handed the young man the shiniest sword he had ever seen..
The young man taken completely by surprise, picked up the sword as it was given to him
and suddenly there was an understanding within him that immediately overcame all the waiting and
struggles in consciousness he had been through.
In a time much shorter than you could possibly imagine, the young man became the greatest
Swordsman in all the land!
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