Limitless Magic

Thunder. Storm. Huge noise. Arrival out of the blue. A giant body unconscious. Touching mother earth. Just like that. The forest was silent. Trees breathing slowly with the unexpected stranger. Giving oxygen. The creatures living in the forest were alerted. Morning angel delight. They woke up. Started whispering. They asked themselves and their community what had happened. Question marks all around. The answers were coming. All of them. Patiently flowing in open ears. Unlocking the hearts first.

The head of the giant body was wounded. A hole detected. No blood. Just an open gate. The portal to the infinite wisdom. Some of the bravest creatures dared to come nearer. The giant body was not moving. An opportunity to dive deeper into the truth of the matter. One creature entered via the ear the head. It was dark inside. A huge room. Covered in darkness. It was safe. The other fellows approached too. At first they saw nothing. Only the dark. Nothing at all. They surrendered. They let go.

Mindfully present in the now. They started giggling. They were still young. Cute adventurers. On a journey home. Suddenly there was a light. Growing stronger. The head was moving. In the air. They felt the distance to the forest, to the earth. They were going upwards. Still not afraid. In love with the event. While more and more light came in, the eyes of the creatures could discover infinite little beings. Glowing. Each with unique vibrational frequencies. They were learning to compose a song. That is what the creatures understood. The understanding came just like that. Kissing awareness tenderly.

They could not believe their eyes. What a spectacle. Glorious and divine galaxy. The little beings were all listening to their master. Learning the fine rules of being attuned. In oneness. The creatures of the forest felt a deep inner peace. It was beautiful. They could get used to this wonderful frequency. The little beings were counting too. The stars. A mathematic method to know when the time is right. To fly high. Ancient wisdom was present. Like a king on a throne. Observing the whole.

Then it got more interesting. The show was getting better. The little beings were dancing. All colors of yellow spreading around. Sparkling. From within. A symbol appeared. The infinite had spoken. What could be seen was a golden eight lying down on the floor. The music got louder. The song could be heard. The creatures followed every move with the careful attention of a teen watching a love scene for the very first time. Conscious and true. The hearts of the creatures responded. Magically touched. They could see the past, the now and the future in one line.

It was full of love. The scenes were harmless. Poems of Rumi. Singing and dancing actors from New York. Giving their best version of themselves. Frank Sinatra had the main role. On the scene. Broadway power. The little beings had become starring actors themselves. In the flow. Of life. Of love. Frequencies of unconditional love were being injected in the veins of the audience. Secretly. As true love always secretly finds its way. Like a rose blossoming. First a seed then a queen with a crown.

The creatures of the forest heard the voices of their fellows. Still in the forest. Connected by heart, they could read their emotions. Telepathic gift. They were calling them home. The show was ending but the message had become clear. Love touched all that is. Above and beyond. Beauty installed in the hearts. Like a new program downloaded from heaven. The creatures had learned to let go. In such a short amount of time. They were excellent students. So the next moment they were back in the forest. They told the others what happened high above in the universe. They say that since that precious moment, limitless magic became reality. Released on wings of love. Souls set free. And so it is. Forever. Always. Again and again.

By Liesbeth Leysen