The Seahorse Calling

The powerful wise witch had spoken. Many years in solitude. Deep meditation. Silence. Nobody dared to undertake something new. Shimmering crystal covering the ice cold scene. A mysterious palace. It was quiet. Dark. Night. Waves observing. Running. Coming back. The sound of the water was special. Shells sending out soft messages. Not yet understood. Fishes swimming in groups. Magic movements. Tennis game. Left. Right. Left. Again. Following the path. Of destiny. Zen mood. From a distance a cute creature got attention.

Beautiful colors. Wide range. Rainbow luxury. A little queen. Invisible crown. Pure gold. Head bowing. Somehow shy. It had been praying. The whole time. Single minded. Focused. Suddenly the life force entered. It opened its heart. Completely. Miracle unfolding. Beating. Rhythm. Energy expanding. Igniting the desire to become all that is meant to be. The time was now. Right. Divine order. Divine timing. The awakening. A fact. Of reality. Scientifically proved. Dancing. Body. Soul. True. Wings got bigger. Head forward.

A celtic song. Of a woman. Singing out loud. The impact of that voice could be felt on the other side of the world. By all. Her soul was buried inside the seahorse. For ages. She came alive. Through the intervention of the creator. The book had been written long ago. A new chapter arrived. Her eyes looked outside. What a wonderful world. She was blessed. The magic touch of an angel. The seahorse got bigger. She was growing with it. Gently bringing her to the surface. She trusted the flow.

Her memories came back. Just like that. Once above. Renewal. Breathing. Fresh oxygen. The love of her life had been fighting. A big battle. On the field. The unconscious giant inside her beloved one wanted to be smarter. But he lost the game. The giant disappeared. The love was too strong. She loved him deeper than a human ever can experience. For ages she had to be cut from the scene. Honoring the seven centres of energy. She left the water. The fishes waved her goodbye. She blessed them. Grateful for their support. Their presence.   

The map was clear. It was put on the earth floor. By birds of ancient wisdom. She had to find her way back. Feathers of truth. Going home. Finding herself. Then she would meet him. A golden bridge kept the two hearts together. Eternally. He looked forward to holding her in his arms again. She was longing for his essence. A perfume created by God. They belonged together. For always. Eternal script. Their mission had been written soul long ago. Their passionate kiss had been described in seven books. Sacred fire. So warm. Loving. Lovable. In all details. The scenes fully developed.

The creator of all that is sent trust and faith. On the right path. The plan was going smoothly. All actors taking responsibility for their role. The audience was excited. They never had seen it before. Such delight. She was smiling. Happiness from the inside out. She discovered who she was. They say that magic happens when you least expect it. When you let go of who you thought you were, you manifest easily the most wonderful stories. Flowing. Self-love and self-acceptance unlock the key to full abundance. Holy Kiss. Wow.

By Liesbeth Leysen