enfoldedblue
26th November 2012, 22:06
Hi, I recently finnished writing this story and would like to share it. It is not long....but probably a little too long to put in one post. It is a simple story but, I believe, it encapsulates some profound truth. I have put in the first half, and then the link. You can go straight to the link if you want to jump in. I know many won't bother reading it, but I hope those who do enjoy it...
Thank You
The Sacred Garden
There was once a people who lived in a sacred garden at the top of a beautiful planet. The garden provided everything they needed, and so they spent their days playing, creating, dancing, learning, and dreaming. Life was beautiful.
One day their desire to play and learn led them to wonder what lay beyond the borders of their blissful home. They began to become intrigued with the idea of exploring the outside world. They fantasized about how amazing it would be to experience something completely new and all the incredible discoveries they could make. They became so excited by the idea that they finally decided to take the plunge and embark on the thrilling escapade.
The plan was to split the group in two, with one group heading west, and the other east. Then, when they’d all had their fill of exploration, they would return to their nurturing sacred garden and share their adventures with the others.
After a tearful farewell, each group headed out in their respective directions. Everyone buzzed with excitement; in their hearts they could feel their sacred garden and the other half of their clan, and relished the knowledge that one day they would be reunited.
The further they got from their garden the more foreign everything became. The new and mysterious environment tantalised and fascinated the divided group as they skipped along with joy filled hearts.
Eventually they became so entranced by their new surrounding that they rarely thought about their sacred garden, and soon they completely forgot about it.
Without the loving, unified foundation that their garden provided, they were now able to experience something that they had never known. Instead of feeling that they were intimately connected to all, they now felt as though they were alone in a strange land.
One night as one group sat around a small fire under the expansive starry sky, they heard a chilling growl that caused a new feeling to well up within them. The feeling, which was horrible, made them think for the first time that they might not be in harmony with all, and suddenly they felt an urgent need to protect themselves. They began to carry rocks with them to use as weapons to fight anything that might threaten them.
As they continued on their journey they found that the weight of the rocks made their progression much more difficult. Because of the burden of the stones they carried for protection, they found that they could no longer run and skip, and with every step they began to increasingly feel more wary and weary.
The more stressed and tired they became, the less they were able to connect with the loving feeling of their hearts. And the less they were able to connect, the more room there was for the dreaded new feeling ‘fear’ to fill the space that was once filled with wholeness and peace.
Before long the group became obsessed with protecting themselves. They created elaborate armour that would not only protect their bodies, but frighten any opponents as well, and they marched forward in military style. Their free time was spent planning defensive strategies, or devising more complex weapons.
Eventually a hierarchy emerged as those who were the strongest and most conniving claimed leadership positions, and began to use their power to control the others beneath them. One man, the most cunning, violent, scheming and devious of them all, eventually declared himself emperor and presided over the entire group.
Meanwhile the other group progressed in a slightly different fashion. At first they, like their brothers and sisters, had skipped along with light hearts. But, as they travelled, they began to notice that while there were some parts along their path that were rich with pleasures, delectable fruits and grains and stones of rare beauty, there were other areas that were rather desolate and more difficult. Soon, when they got to lush areas, they began to collect the objects that gave them pleasure and to carry them so that they could enjoy the riches, even in the harsher periods. They also began to adorn their bodies with the treasures they found, and soon came to believe that their treasures reflected their personal worth. They became obsessed with gathering and hording as much as they could.
Those that found the most began to focus on protecting what they had, and some started to use a small percentage of their reserve to get others to do their bidding.
Soon the group, who had left the sacred garden as brothers and sisters, became hostile and mistrusting towards each other, and people were either covered with so many adornments, or carrying so many bags, that every step became a challenge.
Eventually, no longer focused on their original mission, they stopped journeying and began to construct places where they could accumulate their riches. Fortresses were built, and armies established to protect them. Their dreams became filled with visions of horror and dread, and days were spent trying to manipulate situations to maintain their individual prosperity. The man who had accumulated the most declared himself King and ruled with a fist led by greed and pride.
Both groups became so immersed in their own challenges that they completely forgot about their promise to each other. They could no longer connect to their hearts and their very existence became an incredible struggle. As they trudged through their lives they cursed the mysterious universe that seemed bent on making their lives miserable.
One day as the group that had headed east continued their forward march, they saw in the distance an incredible sight. Ahead of them lay a staggering, complex arrangement of fortresses that were adorned with so many jewels that they sparkled like ominous beacons in the morning sun.
“This is it” the Emperor called out. “Prepare for battle”.
A haunting screech, that expressed both their exhilaration of at last finding their enemy, and their readiness to throw themselves into the attack, exploded from the company.
When the people within the fortresses heard the cry they scrambled to the top of their buildings and looked out upon a dreadful site. A wild, ferocious, demonic looking army marched like a machine toward the kingdom.
more: http://mysticalchemyarts.com/allegorical-story.php
Thank You
The Sacred Garden
There was once a people who lived in a sacred garden at the top of a beautiful planet. The garden provided everything they needed, and so they spent their days playing, creating, dancing, learning, and dreaming. Life was beautiful.
One day their desire to play and learn led them to wonder what lay beyond the borders of their blissful home. They began to become intrigued with the idea of exploring the outside world. They fantasized about how amazing it would be to experience something completely new and all the incredible discoveries they could make. They became so excited by the idea that they finally decided to take the plunge and embark on the thrilling escapade.
The plan was to split the group in two, with one group heading west, and the other east. Then, when they’d all had their fill of exploration, they would return to their nurturing sacred garden and share their adventures with the others.
After a tearful farewell, each group headed out in their respective directions. Everyone buzzed with excitement; in their hearts they could feel their sacred garden and the other half of their clan, and relished the knowledge that one day they would be reunited.
The further they got from their garden the more foreign everything became. The new and mysterious environment tantalised and fascinated the divided group as they skipped along with joy filled hearts.
Eventually they became so entranced by their new surrounding that they rarely thought about their sacred garden, and soon they completely forgot about it.
Without the loving, unified foundation that their garden provided, they were now able to experience something that they had never known. Instead of feeling that they were intimately connected to all, they now felt as though they were alone in a strange land.
One night as one group sat around a small fire under the expansive starry sky, they heard a chilling growl that caused a new feeling to well up within them. The feeling, which was horrible, made them think for the first time that they might not be in harmony with all, and suddenly they felt an urgent need to protect themselves. They began to carry rocks with them to use as weapons to fight anything that might threaten them.
As they continued on their journey they found that the weight of the rocks made their progression much more difficult. Because of the burden of the stones they carried for protection, they found that they could no longer run and skip, and with every step they began to increasingly feel more wary and weary.
The more stressed and tired they became, the less they were able to connect with the loving feeling of their hearts. And the less they were able to connect, the more room there was for the dreaded new feeling ‘fear’ to fill the space that was once filled with wholeness and peace.
Before long the group became obsessed with protecting themselves. They created elaborate armour that would not only protect their bodies, but frighten any opponents as well, and they marched forward in military style. Their free time was spent planning defensive strategies, or devising more complex weapons.
Eventually a hierarchy emerged as those who were the strongest and most conniving claimed leadership positions, and began to use their power to control the others beneath them. One man, the most cunning, violent, scheming and devious of them all, eventually declared himself emperor and presided over the entire group.
Meanwhile the other group progressed in a slightly different fashion. At first they, like their brothers and sisters, had skipped along with light hearts. But, as they travelled, they began to notice that while there were some parts along their path that were rich with pleasures, delectable fruits and grains and stones of rare beauty, there were other areas that were rather desolate and more difficult. Soon, when they got to lush areas, they began to collect the objects that gave them pleasure and to carry them so that they could enjoy the riches, even in the harsher periods. They also began to adorn their bodies with the treasures they found, and soon came to believe that their treasures reflected their personal worth. They became obsessed with gathering and hording as much as they could.
Those that found the most began to focus on protecting what they had, and some started to use a small percentage of their reserve to get others to do their bidding.
Soon the group, who had left the sacred garden as brothers and sisters, became hostile and mistrusting towards each other, and people were either covered with so many adornments, or carrying so many bags, that every step became a challenge.
Eventually, no longer focused on their original mission, they stopped journeying and began to construct places where they could accumulate their riches. Fortresses were built, and armies established to protect them. Their dreams became filled with visions of horror and dread, and days were spent trying to manipulate situations to maintain their individual prosperity. The man who had accumulated the most declared himself King and ruled with a fist led by greed and pride.
Both groups became so immersed in their own challenges that they completely forgot about their promise to each other. They could no longer connect to their hearts and their very existence became an incredible struggle. As they trudged through their lives they cursed the mysterious universe that seemed bent on making their lives miserable.
One day as the group that had headed east continued their forward march, they saw in the distance an incredible sight. Ahead of them lay a staggering, complex arrangement of fortresses that were adorned with so many jewels that they sparkled like ominous beacons in the morning sun.
“This is it” the Emperor called out. “Prepare for battle”.
A haunting screech, that expressed both their exhilaration of at last finding their enemy, and their readiness to throw themselves into the attack, exploded from the company.
When the people within the fortresses heard the cry they scrambled to the top of their buildings and looked out upon a dreadful site. A wild, ferocious, demonic looking army marched like a machine toward the kingdom.
more: http://mysticalchemyarts.com/allegorical-story.php