At the end of that time, my friend said that they would then pass the mantle of that pearl to me. I would but need to enter the arena and claim the pearl from those others who would also be desiring of this mantle, this pearl.
I sank to my knees in thanks to this friend but said what was being offered, was too great a burden for me to bear for I would then be trying to serve two masters. The friend and the fickle winds of my own desires. In that severing two I would be no good servant, partner or friend to this friend. In my humble failure to be on the same path as he, I would be a dis-service.
I again thanked my 'friend' and then rose and continued on that path that called to me. The path that only I could walk. The path that was lit by the rising sun. With wind at my back and sorrow for not being able to serve such a great offer of gift... knowing too that the gift would demand that which I could not give... I walked into that path that was where I am going. The dear 'friend' who was on a different path... he was not going with me. I grieved that 'friend' and also celebrated the path. Knowing that who would join me would be revealed.