Looking For Peace

On a planet at war

Nine-year-old Daryl had an invisible friend that she occasionally talked to named Shaka. Of course, Shaka was only invisible to others. Daryl could see her plain as day.

Shaka was an older beautiful woman with golden hair that reached down to the backs of her legs. She had magic purple eyes and a smile that sent tingles throughout Daryl’s body. And her smooth, soft hands could bring love and healing to anything she touched.

Shaka usually only appeared when Daryl was out-of-doors playing. Daryl never knew when Shaka would suddenly appear.

One summer day Daryl was out in the backyard playing in the sandbox her father had built for her. Her bare feet were submerged in the sand as she used a little plastic shovel to fill a little plastic bucket with sand. Once the bucket was full she dumped it out and began filling it again.

Suddenly, she felt tingles coursing through her body. This always happened just before Shaka appeared. Putting down the shovel, Daryl looked behind her. Standing just outside the sandbox was Shaka.

“Greetings, Daryl. May I join you?”

“Yes please.”

Shaka was also barefoot. She stepped into the sandbox and sat on the little board that served as a seat on the edge of the sandbox. As she did this the sand began tingling on Daryl’s feet and it seemed to get a little warmer. Daryl looked at Shaka’s feet submerged in the sand then at her own feet submerged in the sand. She was overcome with love as the sand connected them.

“How is your life, Daryl? Are you enjoying this planet?”

“I am. Mostly. Everything is so beautiful and there is so much joy — especially outside. The other day I was playing in my sandbox and a little birdie flew down and perched on the edge of the sandbox. We talked for a while and then she just watched me play until finally she flew back to her family.”

“You said, Mostly. What is it that you are not enjoying?”

“Well, I guess it’s just people. Animals and birds and flowers and trees and the grass; they are all so full of love and joy. But so many people are angry and afraid and they’re always fighting. I don’t understand that. Why are people not like everything else?”

“My love, you see humans have become disconnected from nature and they have become disconnected from their hearts. They live in their minds where their thoughts are in non-stop war with each other. These thoughts are projected out in their relations with other humans; other humans who are also disconnected from their hearts and who are stuck in their minds with a war of thoughts. Not until humans reconnect with their hearts will they, too, be refilled with the natural love and joy of life that your birdie friend showed you.”

“Why can’t people see that?”

“They have been taught that their brains are the most important part of them. But while they might be able to think about love and joy in their minds, they can only FEEL love and joy in their hearts. The human heart and the human brain were designed to work together in harmony but over many years that connection has been broken and most people live only in their brains. And the world of people reflects that. They have become ruled by their ever-conflicting thoughts. Without their connection to love and joy they are now ruled by anger and hate and fear and guilt and judgment.”

“Sometimes I wish I came here as a bird instead of a girl.”

“I understand. But things are changing on this planet and you came here to be a part of that change. By keeping your connection to your heart you will help other humans reconnect. Every human is like one tiny grain of sand in this sandbox. The sandbox would not be as much fun if there was only one grain of sand in it. All the grains of sand in this box are connected just like people are and it is when they are together that you can have fun playing in the sand.”

Shaka ran her fingers through the sand, “Right now people are connected through their thoughts that go out and are picked up by other people. That is a very strong connection. It sort of creates a common collective brain. But that connection just maintains the constant conflicting thoughts. There is another connection that is a thousand times stronger.”

“There is?”

“Yes. It is a connection that comes from the heart. When people are connected through their hearts then they grow a collective heart through which all people can live in love and joy and peace. War comes through the brain. Peace comes through the heart. There is no conflict in love and joy. War is strictly a brain thing.”

“That is why I am telling you, Daryl, that the most important thing you can do is to stay connected to your heart. It is through your heart that you can send love and joy and peace outward to all people. You are like one grain of sand in this sandbox and as you pour out love from your heart it spreads out and touches the other grains of sand.”

“The other grains of sand may be stuck in their thinking but their hearts will feel that love coming from you. All hearts are connected. If there are enough hearts in the sandbox pouring out love and joy the other hearts, which have been ignored, will feel it and eventually become filled with so much love that they can no longer be ignored and that will pull the awareness of those people down from their brains to their hearts, helping to re-establish the natural connection between their brains and hearts. When enough of those connection are re-established then war and conflict will end and people will live in peace and harmony and love.”

“That sounds complicated.”

“It’s only complicated when you think about it. Stay in your heart and FEEL it. Then it becomes the simplest most natural thing.”

Daryl’s parents were in the kitchen looking out the kitchen window at their daughter playing in the sandbox.

“She’s doing it again,” said Daryl’s father. “She’s talking to her imaginary friend. At first we let it go because we thought it might just be a phase. But she just keeps doing it. Seriously, I think we need to consider taking her to a therapist. We need help to get her to stop that.”

Daryl’s mother turned to him, “No. She’s showing no negative effects from having an imaginary friend. It’s not a problem.”

Daryl’s father turned to look at her, “But it’s not natural. It’s not right.”

“I don’t know. I think it’s more natural than we think. I think we should just let her be. After all, she’s just so… so… so… full of love.”

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