The little Boy and the great Consciousness…

Once there was a boy in the middle of his life, enjoying every second of it. He was playing, shouting, dreaming the most amazing dreams and every cloud had a different colour. His smile was bigger than everyone else’s and if you listened closely, you could hear his Heart beating with pure Love.
In an unforgiving moment, there came an old man and berated the boy, that playing so wild and free is forbidden, because no one is allowed to be more loved and happier than the old man.
So the old man set a lot of different, ever changing and only his desires befitting rules, the boy had to endure, just to feel safe.
Through that, bit by bit his joy diminished and his heartbeat became as stale as everyone else’s on this Planet.
Enjoying life no more, the boy went about his day with sadness, fear and anger being his closest friends.
One day as he absently went about his way, he took a wrong turn and ended up at a strangely coloured House, with people dancing and singing while doing their chores and going about their life.
His first thoughts were, that they were crazy, risking being reprimanded for a bit of colour, dancing and singing. As also simultaneously a strange feeling made itself known in his Heart. A sort of yearning, as if his heart was remembering something, he didn’t know anymore.
As he walked further home, he kept thinking about those people and what he felt in his heart.
The next days and weeks passed by and his thoughts went back into the old pattern, but his heart has been awoken and kept on yearning, hurting, yelling, to go back to this House with the crazy people, dancing and singing, but he refused, as he was sure that his way is the right and safest way so the old man wouldn’t get angry again.
Again a couple of weeks passed and the pain in his chest became unbearable. Not being able to endure it any longer he went back to this house. Seeing as these people were still dancing and singing while going about their day, the pain in his chest became weaker and the longer he watched them, the pain became a dull ache and then began to transform into a warm feeling and at last a feeling he hasn’t felt since he was a child.
The now grown up man gathered all his courage and tried to go through the hole in the fence in front of him, he couldn’t see another way.
Upon entering the Land of these colourful people, it was like he was seeing and feeling the Sun for the first time in years. The music was so sweet, warm and gentle, that his anger melted away, and he could hear, for the first time in years, a friendly thought in his mind.
The smell of the Flowers transformed his heart into an open meadow of sweetness, so that his fear could no longer find a place to hide and was being swept away by it.
Lastly the colourful people were so welcoming and joyful, that his old companion, the sadness, waved goodbye and his heart opened fully.
Now with an open heart he remembered his Childhood, before the old man came and placed rules upon him, so that only he could be loved.
This has now changed, he felt his heart beating in it’s old rhythm, full of Joy, Peace and Love. And he wasn’t the only whose heart beat like that, the hearts of the colourful people was beating exactly the same.
With tears of joy in his eyes, he finally arrived at home.
And suddenly there was this beautiful voice again, coming from deep inside of him.
„You are the Love of Your Life and no one is able to ever steal that away from you again, without you allowing it!“
With this, the little boy returned home and lived a ever changing joyful life of Love in the great consciousness.
The End.