Michel and Caroline
Michel and Caroline
E
very autumn Michel would leave the farm near the Champagne region of France in order to care for the other business of his family--a family that personified the word "Enchanted."
Michel would take the liner across to India, first stopping in Ceylon to purchase precious stones to give to his various liaisons. These gifts were but chattel to him as his family, the Pinot Noir growers for the Chandon clan, world-renown for Dom Perignon, had the majority of their wealth in the vine of the aristocracy.
He was a pampered boy and very well educated, well read and knowledgeable of the history of philosophy, but he was nevertheless dissatisfied. Michel was alone, pondering life and how the mysteries of love had eluded him for so many years.
He was wealthy and poised but his dream was to find a woman who had purpose, compassion and a spirit moved by he Gods, and to that end he followed the Eastern Star always searching for his twin. Alas, already greeting his fourth decade she had not yet been found.
Michel began another business by and by, with his father's blessing to justify his travels to the land of the ancient spirit. He would grow the regal Pinot Noir in the season of first growth, and after the harvest of the grapes was complete and the juice pressed and barreled, he would then gather herbs in India and Ceylon, ship them back to France to distribute to the chefs throughout the eateries of Paris. As his search bore fruit, he searched the streets of the Champs Elysees for one who could be a mentor to him and not worship his good fortune and looks, as did those who desired to capture him.
Michel was the product of French aristocracy and his mother, a Queen of Ceylon, whom his father had met while defending the spiritual Eastern populace from the greedy English. He was a liberator of the Devotees of the Guru populace of India, even though the transition meant nothing to the ones such as Gandhi, Mehar Baba and Yogananda. Those of the spirit knew that the body was only a vessel that carried them across the river of life and then burned in the Ganges.
Michel also studies the Tao and the Buddhist nature of his constituents. They would speak to him deeply from soul to soul, and he drank in their knowledge as he once did the delicate Champagne made from the Pinot Noir grapes that he grew and blended so well.
He became a follower and was very private about his knowledge. He became a celibate Sattvika and began to worship in lieu of searching for a woman to pass the time. The gurus adopted him as a son and he studied difficult passages of Pali and the ways of becoming a spiritual master.
All this time the father of Michel was kept abreast of his change in the heart and spirit of Michel and was so very proud as his wife Ma Ananada, had taught him well, and he took the knowledge as his own, though a Frenchman.
Michel became mesmerized by the waking of his chakras and the asanas that he learned from his masters. The irony in all of this was that the growers of the Eastern herbs were also devotees and thus the work was done with ease. He had ample time to study Vedas and meditate daily. He was a master of the Bhagavad-Gita and began to teach the young and the poor as he spent more and more time in the Eastern way and less with the grape. He would always return for the harvest, though, but nothing was spoken of about his studies.
There came a day, one that Buddha gave as a gift to Michel, when he went to search out medicinal herbs to introduce to France and he met growers who healed him of his loneliness and the need to be accepted. He was known and loved throughout India for his kind support of the spiritual path with generous donations from the Chateau.
His search for divine and devotional love all disappeared in seconds. One moment a hair cloth shirt was his daily garment and then a silken chemise that hung on him as the upper level Masters wore in zazen.
This day became a monumental one as he searched for the bounty that would heal the sick in Paris, the day of the Parisian plague had begun. He was frantic to return with the Ayurvedic herbs that would heal his beloved countryside.
As he surveyed the fields of blessed herbs of God, he saw a most beautiful woman working at the harvest and drying the various plants. As he looked towards her from a distance, she turned her head with shyness.
Michel was electrified. She was European and had hair of golden fire and eyes that sparkled with flecks of emeralds and cones of light that saw all. Even the soul of Michel.
The ones who selected the herbs for tinctures and teas were treated as royalty and she was one. They began to dine together and Michel, who had studied with the best of the herb masters, had a feeling that washed over him and took him to the path to Nirvana.
She began to converse with him and captured his heart in a moment. I know that some do not think divine love cannot happen in an instant, but as Michel's best friend and now the Godfather of their children, I know that it takes one second to fall in love and a lifetime to devote oneself to keeping the fire illuminated and burning brightly.
Michel and Caroline became the healers of the Great Plague of Paris and saved many magnificent people. True artists of God and writers of his words and devotees of the Way of the Mystics were saved with the ancient tinctures. They were woven together just as his mother and his father always knew. They had been shown the way of Michel at his birth by the great ones, all whom attended that auspicious and joyous event.
His wife Caroline was always so cheerful and that was a great part of the success of her work. Michel could not have loved her more. He worshiped her and meditated upon her daily as she took many risks to save the populace of Paris in the early times.
They also had many children as the health of the two joined ones afforded them that blessed opportunity and they never stopped giving and gazing at each other into the deep blue sea of their eyes.
Their mystical and dedicated love was not only for them but for the ones they saved and loved unconditionally.
The most mysterious thing about the love they had was the delicate smell of herbs and the elegant scent of the aromatherapy that healed so many, and also the heavenly scent of Caroline that permeated the air around them.
Caroline would always drink a sip of the delicious nectar of Champagne from Michel's Pinot Noir grapes, it was like drinking the stars upon the birth of every child and the saving of every person afflicted with illness.
Ma Ananda and The Patriarch gazed upon them with ultimate love as Caroline worked with the sick and Michel picked the fragrant grapes to pay for the healings. But they always knew from the time Michel was born that he would find a woman of spirit that would dedicate her life to the healing of others and the divine love of Michel.
copyright by Michael (Miguel) Forbus
E
very autumn Michel would leave the farm near the Champagne region of France in order to care for the other business of his family--a family that personified the word "Enchanted."
Michel would take the liner across to India, first stopping in Ceylon to purchase precious stones to give to his various liaisons. These gifts were but chattel to him as his family, the Pinot Noir growers for the Chandon clan, world-renown for Dom Perignon, had the majority of their wealth in the vine of the aristocracy.
He was a pampered boy and very well educated, well read and knowledgeable of the history of philosophy, but he was nevertheless dissatisfied. Michel was alone, pondering life and how the mysteries of love had eluded him for so many years.
He was wealthy and poised but his dream was to find a woman who had purpose, compassion and a spirit moved by he Gods, and to that end he followed the Eastern Star always searching for his twin. Alas, already greeting his fourth decade she had not yet been found.
Michel began another business by and by, with his father's blessing to justify his travels to the land of the ancient spirit. He would grow the regal Pinot Noir in the season of first growth, and after the harvest of the grapes was complete and the juice pressed and barreled, he would then gather herbs in India and Ceylon, ship them back to France to distribute to the chefs throughout the eateries of Paris. As his search bore fruit, he searched the streets of the Champs Elysees for one who could be a mentor to him and not worship his good fortune and looks, as did those who desired to capture him.
Michel was the product of French aristocracy and his mother, a Queen of Ceylon, whom his father had met while defending the spiritual Eastern populace from the greedy English. He was a liberator of the Devotees of the Guru populace of India, even though the transition meant nothing to the ones such as Gandhi, Mehar Baba and Yogananda. Those of the spirit knew that the body was only a vessel that carried them across the river of life and then burned in the Ganges.
Michel also studies the Tao and the Buddhist nature of his constituents. They would speak to him deeply from soul to soul, and he drank in their knowledge as he once did the delicate Champagne made from the Pinot Noir grapes that he grew and blended so well.
He became a follower and was very private about his knowledge. He became a celibate Sattvika and began to worship in lieu of searching for a woman to pass the time. The gurus adopted him as a son and he studied difficult passages of Pali and the ways of becoming a spiritual master.
All this time the father of Michel was kept abreast of his change in the heart and spirit of Michel and was so very proud as his wife Ma Ananada, had taught him well, and he took the knowledge as his own, though a Frenchman.
Michel became mesmerized by the waking of his chakras and the asanas that he learned from his masters. The irony in all of this was that the growers of the Eastern herbs were also devotees and thus the work was done with ease. He had ample time to study Vedas and meditate daily. He was a master of the Bhagavad-Gita and began to teach the young and the poor as he spent more and more time in the Eastern way and less with the grape. He would always return for the harvest, though, but nothing was spoken of about his studies.
There came a day, one that Buddha gave as a gift to Michel, when he went to search out medicinal herbs to introduce to France and he met growers who healed him of his loneliness and the need to be accepted. He was known and loved throughout India for his kind support of the spiritual path with generous donations from the Chateau.
His search for divine and devotional love all disappeared in seconds. One moment a hair cloth shirt was his daily garment and then a silken chemise that hung on him as the upper level Masters wore in zazen.
This day became a monumental one as he searched for the bounty that would heal the sick in Paris, the day of the Parisian plague had begun. He was frantic to return with the Ayurvedic herbs that would heal his beloved countryside.
As he surveyed the fields of blessed herbs of God, he saw a most beautiful woman working at the harvest and drying the various plants. As he looked towards her from a distance, she turned her head with shyness.
Michel was electrified. She was European and had hair of golden fire and eyes that sparkled with flecks of emeralds and cones of light that saw all. Even the soul of Michel.
The ones who selected the herbs for tinctures and teas were treated as royalty and she was one. They began to dine together and Michel, who had studied with the best of the herb masters, had a feeling that washed over him and took him to the path to Nirvana.
She began to converse with him and captured his heart in a moment. I know that some do not think divine love cannot happen in an instant, but as Michel's best friend and now the Godfather of their children, I know that it takes one second to fall in love and a lifetime to devote oneself to keeping the fire illuminated and burning brightly.
Michel and Caroline became the healers of the Great Plague of Paris and saved many magnificent people. True artists of God and writers of his words and devotees of the Way of the Mystics were saved with the ancient tinctures. They were woven together just as his mother and his father always knew. They had been shown the way of Michel at his birth by the great ones, all whom attended that auspicious and joyous event.
His wife Caroline was always so cheerful and that was a great part of the success of her work. Michel could not have loved her more. He worshiped her and meditated upon her daily as she took many risks to save the populace of Paris in the early times.
They also had many children as the health of the two joined ones afforded them that blessed opportunity and they never stopped giving and gazing at each other into the deep blue sea of their eyes.
Their mystical and dedicated love was not only for them but for the ones they saved and loved unconditionally.
The most mysterious thing about the love they had was the delicate smell of herbs and the elegant scent of the aromatherapy that healed so many, and also the heavenly scent of Caroline that permeated the air around them.
Caroline would always drink a sip of the delicious nectar of Champagne from Michel's Pinot Noir grapes, it was like drinking the stars upon the birth of every child and the saving of every person afflicted with illness.
Ma Ananda and The Patriarch gazed upon them with ultimate love as Caroline worked with the sick and Michel picked the fragrant grapes to pay for the healings. But they always knew from the time Michel was born that he would find a woman of spirit that would dedicate her life to the healing of others and the divine love of Michel.
copyright by Michael (Miguel) Forbus
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