Faith

I was born in a dark, freezing time and the first years of my life were gloomy.

It was drought. The ground was dry and cracked. Blizzards were howling, volcanoes were erupting, and the lava was sweeping away everything on its way. From time to time it was raining, although, it never managed to water the Earth - exhausted, angry, in pain. Sun - I didn't know what was that. The sky was presumably gray. There were no clouds. Just a big, endless gray, nothingness. Only the raging lightnings, tearing up the sky, gave it a frightening color. It was cold. So cold that the bones were aching. The heat of the lava could not warm up the cold-frozen soul. Fairies and good wizards, mammals and birds did not walk the Earth. There were no lakes, rivers or streams. The plants were in the legends. There was no life. A land full of shadows. Evil shadows, spirits - the demons of Hatred, Anger, Despair, Disbelief, Greed ... Silver-loving reptiles and gluttons were crawling. They were stretching, tearing each other apart, and so they were surviving, feeding on their own flesh. Hating, hating themselves and everything around. They were angry. They were fighting. They were hurting themselves and each other. Empty, incomprehensible, blind and deaf.

And I was there, nestled in a cave. Scared and sick. I had accepted that this is life and this is the way it should be. I deserved it, I thought. If I thought about it at all. I was busy. So busy running, hiding and being afraid that I didn't know what I was capable of. The demons had taken over my nature. I had forgotten that I was born to create. To create my own world. Because they had taught me to be afraid and to think that I was like everyone else – black and white, incompetent, a copy of the masses, part of a machine designed to work for the masters.

But one day a white creature came out of the depths of the cave and whispered to me a forgotten secret: "God," it said.

And then the earthquakes began. It wasn't the first time the ground had shaken. But this time it was somehow different. The Fires of Destruction awoke and, together with the earthquakes, began to sweep away all that is unclean. The stone walls of the Illusions collapsed. The reptiles got scared and ran away like crazy. The demons trembled for the first time. They did not know what that was and how to frighten or disturb it. They started arguing with each other, blaming each other, pointing fingers. They were self-absorbed and destructing themselves…

It was blowing, howling, shaking, but it was getting warm. The gray sky became a little less grayer, and suddenly everything calmed down. The silence was deafening. There was timelessness. The past and the future merged in one – the now.

And then it started to rain.

Firstly, it was hail of Deliverance. It fell like silver balls, the size of a fist, and struck everything with a deadly force. It took away the existence of the reptiles. And the demons lost all the control.

Then came the Storm. White Storm of Purification. It washed the dirt off the Earth. The reptiles, that survived the hail, were now drowned. The evil shadows faded. The dirt and the blood were washed away of the face of the Earth. And then colors appeared. Still pale, but colors.

Eventually, a rain of Humility was falling down from the sky. Quiet, spring rain. There was a sent of freshness, of life. Out of the rest, firstly, the plants were born. Small, timid, but green and alive. They carried a sense of justice, of rebirth. Then came the insects and the small mammals - tiny but curious, thirsty for life. The more it rained, the more the Earth came to life. She endowed everything with the potion of Generosity. And it was raining, and it was raining…

And it's still raining. But for the first time, I come out of the cave, leaving the heavy chains of the past behind me. I hug the rain and pray it washes the wrinkles off my face. It's raining and maybe it will rain for a long time. But I feel lighter and a little freer every day. I'm waiting for the sun of tomorrow. It will also bring the new clothes of Wisdom, with which I will cover the deep scars, a reminder of my previous Self. Until then, I will enjoy the rain, keeping the little creature close to my chest. The one that brought Love with the forgotten secret. The little bright creature - I called it Faith. My Faith.

Autor: Vania Dzhoneva - Soul Healer

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