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The Flower Of Life
When a story finds you …..
Life. Is A Treasure What We Have. GK
Interestingly, sometimes in the magical land of writing between 4 to 5 am in the morning between half asleep and half awake after a sleepless night, a story begins to unfold. Why the story comes is unknown. One thing is certain. The story wants to be written.
The Flower Of Life
Day1
I see a field with green grass and trees in the background. The field is large with beautiful natural elements and an amazing blue sky. Many small flowers peek their heads toward the sunlight.
This day heaven and earth decided to collide and start something new. They did not know what the outcome would be. The only fact was that something needed to be done for humanity. They brought their energies together and an opening formed between the two spaces. The opening was wide and deep. Nothing anyone had ever seen before. A single seed had been created and planted on the field.
The field remained the same. Yet, there was a transformation that began underneath the soil. A plant began to grow. Not just any plant. A plant created by our universe. A plant seeded by heaven and earth itself. The surrounding field felt this majestic energy. A flower began to bloom. A central circle began to form. It looked like a spiral and in the middle of this spiral, a flower grew.
Day 2
The boy was walking with his father on the field. Deep in their thoughts, they were not looking around. Walking on their path, slowly with a heavy weight on their shoulders. The boy was maybe 5 years old. He felt it first. He turned his head and saw something unexplainable with words. He saw a magical flower with all his favorite colors. This flower was magnificent. The colors sparkled with delight. A moment went by. The stillness surrounded his thoughts. He thought well, maybe, just maybe the flower can help him. As they walked by he gently brushed his fingers on the flower’s petals and made a silent wish.
“May I have a mother please”
An innocent child shared his heart's desire. The only person ever who had touched this flower. His heart was pure. The flower grew stronger day by day. More and more people come her way. Nobody knew why they were there. Many people felt this sudden sensation to come to this land. People walked, people drove, and some people were riding their horses. People of all cultures, religions, and colors come together to see the beautiful flower in the middle of this deep spiral on the land.
Day 3
Word started to spread about the flower and the land started to transform. Many more people come to the land. Too many people. A station was built quickly to accommodate people with a pathway and gates where fees were collected to see the unique flower. The space around the flower began to shrink. People from all over the world were flying in to see the magical flower.
The flower could feel every emotion that was surrounding her. She was tuned into the energy field of everyone coming to visit. It was overwhelming to feel all the pain and suffering of humanity.
The flower was unique. She was a combination of energies and wishes desired by hearts. Imagine rainbows and elevate this experience by a thousand folds. No one was able to take a picture of the flower, as only a bright light would show up. Based on a description by people the flower appeared to be different for every single person.
The flower appeared in their favorite colors and shapes. No two experiences were the same. Every person saw what they needed to see.
Day 4
The flower begins to wilt. There are only so many sorrows one magical flower can take. It was her time to say goodbye. People kept coming to hope to see the magical flower. People come day by day. Many stories and legends were formed about the flower.
Day 5
The platforms around the area where the flower was disappeared. Slowly people stopped coming by. The story of the flower began to quickly fade. People were uncertain if it had truly happened or if the flower was a dream. This is exactly what the flower had wanted.
Day 6
The boy and his father walked by the land just as they do once a week. They were walking to and back from a mother’s grave. She went young. Her love for her son was so strong. The boy remembered the flower. The spiral was gone. The only thing that remained was a small pod of seeds that were quietly hovering above the land. The boy saw the pod and touched it gently, leaving it where it was.
Day 7
The flower was gone. The world can only take so much magic before it turns into something different. Something to make money out of. The flower knew this. She learned quickly during the few days she was on earth. She embodied all the knowledge of the universe.
What can I do she thought. What can I do for humanity? After some thought, she came to the only possible solution. The one thing she can gift to every single human on earth.
She opened her pod and billions of seeds flew across the seas to every single home. She gave the one thing, the only thing humanity needed.
She Gave The Power of Love.
One more gift she gave: to the boy with a pure heart. She gave him a mother with a heart of gold, who gave him the love and care that nobody else could.
The power of the flower and the seed of love resides in every one of you.
I hope you have enjoyed this story.
I recorded this story on YouTube as well if you would like to listen to it.
I leave you with a beautiful sunset I captured in the photo below upon arriving in Arizona this past November.
Thank you for reading,
Gabriella
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