In The Land Of Golden Honey

The bee was wild awake. Looking with pretty eyes to the purple sky. The ancient golden stars reflecting back some sweet insights. Almost worth a selfie. Wise insights that truly matter for a bee. For every bee. A new year was coming. The new moon had written it in the mysterious clouds at night. The bee felt that it was time to create a new habit. It would not find the right ingredients in the current scene. It decided to leave its comfort zone. Using its wings to reach higher. Where the flowers taste even more delicious. Where nature loves it more.

After a long period of seeking, the bee found a new place. A hot spot. It felt a new energy running through its precious wings. Thriving paradise. It felt at home within its own bee body and soul. The bee always believed that it had to find a bee as stunning as it was. It searched the whole universe for a fellow mate. Right after Christmas the bee had access to universal truth. At bee level. Tailor made. While taking a bath of honey oil, it opened its eyes. Saw the truth. "Oh my God, I am the one I am looking for", it said with an adorable voice. Its own voice. Finally perceived. For the very first time.

Drinking honey from the new flowers, the bee grew into an even more stunning sweetheart. Stripes designed with true love. The bee realized that all bees seek for delicate honey in places wide around the world. What truly matters - even for a cute little bee - is to be what you are looking for. Since that day the bee was queen of the world. It never forgot the wise lesson anymore. Its mission got clear. Participating with other crowned bees - all connected to one Goddess source flower - to spread a message of honey sweet truth through the whole wide world.

The search for the fellow bee mate was over. It had become the one. Deep within. Arrived at the exact location. A new life. A new perspective. The sun was happy. The flowers felt the blossoming energy. They danced. Without speaking. A shift had taken place. At source level. The purple sky was perfectly painted. Perfection did not matter anymore. Everything felt right. Right and true. A huge smile and starry eyes appeared high above the clouds. A picture taken by the source. The bee had become one with the universe. Infinite layers of divine honey given abundantly. Always. Forever. Again and again.

By Liesbeth Leysen