The stone statue

And finally came the next morning. Again, what a deep and reviving sleep I've just had. These lands! These people! This air! The magic that came through the voice of yesterday's girl was still in the air. But now was time to move on! The sun was already high in the sky. The whole forest was already awake just waiting my wake up to guide me to my next meeting. To my next surprise. Yes, this morning I woke up with this feeling. It is like the forest is guiding me somewhere. It is like it has a secret or something like it that it wants to share with me. That reminds me of the songs of the green fairy. Her pleasure and joy was in sharing. And it seems that the whole nature here behaves the same way. I don't know from where this feeling is coming but it is strong and real. The forest wants to share something with me. I can hear it in the winds. I can see it in the river. It is such a nice feeling to simply know something without knowing how I learned it. It is like learning through feeling and not from reason. And then I started walking again. It was cold. There was still a bit of snow falling from the sky. And the forest was still beautiful. And then I moved! And then I walked! Hours passed. Many hours passed. I was getting hungry. And when I was looking for fruits to eat I heard a scream. A really loud and painful scream. Someone was suffering. Suffering a lot. I could feel it. It was not just in the sound. I could really feel the pain and the suffering that was coming from that person. Then I run in its direction, and for my surprise I found a very big and imposing stone statue without one arm.
When I came close I started to feel its pain even stronger. It was not just a physical pain, it was deep down in the soul. It was a very static but strong sorrow energy. It was really powerful, like from the other beings. But this time it was an energy, a smell, of a totally different quality. It was really hard to keep standing. I was about to faint from the pain. It was when I realized that actually the statue was alive, and it was trying to talk to me although it could barely move its mouth. Then the statue said to me:
-Come closer my friend. I don't want to cause any harm to you. And even if I wanted, as you can see, I can barely move myself.
-But I feel so much pain...
-I am sorry for that little creature. I would like to keep this suffering just for myself and not bother other people with it, but it is too strong, even stronger than me, and I can't avoid it.
-Is it because you've lost one arm?
-I wish it was that, little boy! But my real suffering is because I am a statue, such a big statue and made of such a resistant material that I can barely move. Can you imagine living in a land of beauty and magic like this without being able to move with the wind, to swim in the rivers and to fly with the faeries? That is my suffering, little boy. To see all beings from these lands dancing and flying, and moving and changing, and not be able to be like them.
In this moment I realize that he was about to cry because of his sorrows, but even that he couldn't. His eyes were too heavy and strong to allow tears to flow through it. Then I said:
-But I don't understand. Who did this to you? Why are you a statue?
-Who did this to me? That's the worst part of the story, my little friend. I did this to myself. I built myself as a statue.
-But why did you do that?
-Why? Because once times were different around here. I was different. I was really a strong person, little boy. I had loads of power. I was so big. Much stronger than any of the other beings who lived around here. And because of that I could easily dominate and rule them. I was a king, and they were nothing but my servants.
-But how you became a statue?
-Oh yes! I forgot that part. It happened that time passed, young boy. And as I was becoming stronger, bigger and more powerful, my fear that the situation could once change was becoming so strong that I had to make sure that I would be that powerful forever. Then I got the most resistant material I found in these lands and made me into the most resistant and invincible statue that ever existed.
-And what happened to your kingdom? You don't look like a King now.
-Time passes, my friend. Want it you or not. You can't control people and situations forever. There was a time the climate was changing, and something deep down the little being souls was touched. They realized they also had power. A different kind of power, but still power. And that was the same time I was getting so heavy, so heavy, that my movements started ceasing. Deep down I also felt the change in the air. I felt that something in the earth was moving. But I was so blind because of my fear of loosing my position that what I did was to make me even more resistant. And then I became so heavy, so heavy, that I could not move anymore.
-And what happened with the other beings?
-They were little, they were weak, they were really really light. They could move. Move really fast. And suddenly they realized they could even fly. They could much more than what they tough they could. Much more than what I tough they could. So like this they moved on flying and singing and dancing. And soon, the whole forest, the trees, the river, the air, everything was dancing and flying with them. Apart from me, that got stuck in this indestructible statue form that I wanted to be forever.
-But I still don't understand. You seem to be a totally different person today. I see in your eyes that you want to run and to dance with them. Why don't you just do it?
-I wish it was that easy, young boy. And I am trying to destroy the statue I am. I've already managed to destroy one arm, but the problem is that the statue is too heavy, too strong, so resistant that I don't have enough power to destroy it once and for all. I have to go little by little. And I know one day I will get there. One day I know I will be weak and light and beautiful and free. But I still have a long way, my friend. Still lots of stones from the past to destroy.
-But can't the magic beings help you to do that?
-They are helping dear friend. They are helping. Even after everything I did to them they come here everyday to tell nice stories to cheer me up. But about the stones. They tough me a lot on how to get rid of them. How to leave the past behind and to move on. But unfortunately these people are made of a different energy. They are not made of stones, so they don't have the power to destroy them. This I have to do myself. There is no other way.
-Can I help you?
-I appreciate your good will, my dear friend. But that is not your task. You still have little stones inside of you that you need to get rid of. To help me would postpone your own freedom. Can't you hear that? The winds are calling you to go, to flow with him. About me you don't have to worry. I am also on my way of getting rid of my weight. It will take longer, but one day we shall meet again in a different situation where we both will be able to fly together. Just go, my friend. Follow your way. Find your path. Find your light. I will not cause problems to anyone anymore.
-Thanks dear statue. Thanks for your words. You are a really wise being now. Good luck in your path. And if one day we meet again in a different situation I would be the most happy person in this planet to run and to fly with you. And to be fair I can already feel love and compassion coming from deep down in you.
In that moment the statue also felt that actually there was more than only pain there. There was also love. And in that very moment for the first time in centuries a little tear finally felt from his eyes. And a big relief came with that. Was that a sign that better times were close ahead? Probably. And it was good to realize that even aimlessly I could touch that on him. It is really funny to see how just a few days here in these lands with these people can touch so many things that were hiding in me that I could not see before. It is amazing. I was really thankful and happy to have meet the statue. He did bad things in the past. But he is a good man. He always was. He just needed to have the love that lied inside of him touched. But now it is time for me to go. After all, I don't want to become a statue myself. Then we said good bye to each other, and I follewed the wind again.

The girl from the snow

When I woke up on the next day the sound of the blue fairy songs were still resonating somewhere deep in my body. What a great night of sleep! I was feeling as if I had been born again. Could I ever taste such a night of sleep while in the big city? That's something I still do not know the answer. It might even be possible, I'm just miles away from finding how to do it. Or maybe not. Who knows what is coming next in my journey? What secrets would I still discover? It was time to get my stuff and to move on. And that's what I did.

After a few ours of walking suddenly the weather started to get really cold. Really, really cold! I could started seeing even a few flakes of snow falling from the sky. What a beautiful scene! The silence and the whiteness of the forest where making me cry again. What air was that? How can just the air and the cold make me cry? What magical power is this that simply emanates from these lands? It is as if this peaceful wind can contact my soul directly without needing any interpretation from my mind. And how could possibly my mind interpret any of that?

I was moving on. Going deep into the cold and the snow. And there for my surprise, I meet another being. There was someone else over there. I saw a girl. A little white girl, as white as the snow, was sitting down playing with the falling snow. And she was so beautiful. Her movements were so beautiful. She was moving with such an harmony with the winds and the snow. My eyes could barely believe. Why all the creatures from these wild lands are so beautiful? And then she saw me, and said:

Come closer my dear friend. What brings you here to this cold forest?

I couldn't answer that. I couldn't say anything. Not just that I simply didn't know what to say because I didn't know the answer, but also her voice ... that mild loving melody coming from her mouth! She asked the most simple question ever, but her voice was coming not just from her mouth, not just from her body. I don't know, it was as if what she was saying was coming directly from her soul, from heaven, from god itself. I was just paralized. How could I say something? And them she continued:

I see your soul is a bit lost and confused my dear friend. But don't be worried. You are not in the city anymore. Here things work in a different way. You must be new here, and that's why things are not making much sense to you. But soon this air, this fresh air will be party of your being. And that's a experience that will be with you forever. Soon you might not need to see sense in things, to see that they are real.

I could not believe that. I was even more wordless than before. She was even reading my soul. Not just reading but  even speaking to my soul. How was that possible? And her beauty ... her peace ... her love! I couldn't do anything there apart from admiring that being that was in front of me. And then in a good bye mood she stood up an said:

Do not lose your faith my dearest friend. The winds might get even colder, and you might even meet strange evil beings on the way ahead of you. But if you came here, if you started your journey already, is because there is love in you heart. There is hope in your dreams. And there is god in your soul. Simply allow the air to get in contact with them, and all will be fine. When I look to the deepest of your heart then I know that everything is going to be all right. When I look to your beautiful eyes and see how you look at me, then I know that every little thing will be all right. Just keep going my dear friend. You still have a long but nice and beautiful way ahead of you. And I will be always thankful to god that he made me to be  a small tiny part of it. But now I should go. All the best to you.

And then she left. But I couldn't leave. I was absolutely speechless. My mind was speechless. But although I didn't said a word to that beautiful girl, deep down my soul have just had the best conversation I have ever had. What was that? Two souls talking to each other? Just two or the whole of the universe talking to us? Talking through us? I couldn't know anything. I couldn't even think about any of that. I keep still and silent just contemplating and feeling the whole thing. Yes, I was feeling that conversation, I was feeling her voice, I was feeling my soul, I was feeling the whole universe. I sat down in the snow totally speechless for maybe an hour. Then I stood up and realize it was time to go. As she said I still have a long way ahead to go. It was time to move forward into the forest.

The blue fairy

I was already in the middle of the forest, crossing it to get to the cold mountains. It was night and I was already searching for a comfortable place to rest until the next morning. But suddenly something happened. I heard a flute. That was not possible, who else could have been out there in the woods, and playing a flute? But the song was so beautiful that my ears and my hearth became totally hypnotized by that peaceful melody. My body could do nothing but follow that magical sound. I think the  beauty of the song was hypnotizing even my will. And after a little walk then I found the singer, and for my surprise there was standing in front of me the most beautiful being I have ever seen in my life. There was standing in front of me a blue fairy.

A little drop of tear came from my eyes and I said to myself: What a nice thing was to start this journey to the cold mountains. How could I ever found such a beautiful creature in the city in the middle of the crowd? And what other meaning would have life if not to find such beautiful creatures?

By that moment the fairy saw my presence and then she said: Thank you my little friend for listening to my songs. I usually play to the trees, to the animals and to the stars. But almost never to humans. I don't know why, but they are not many around here. So today it is a special day to me. I am always glad and thankful when I find someone with whom I can share my love and my songs.

And I replied: My dear fairy, I am sorry but I have no words to say to you. Nothing I could say seems to me to be worth of your beauty. You said you are thankful to me. But I cannot even say thank you to you because that would be still too far from the real feelings your presence brought to my soul. I can just give you my silence.

You don't have to give me anything my dear boy. You can just receive. My joy is in giving. Giving and sharing what I have in my soul is my ultimate joy. And you provided that possibility to me today. That is already enough to make me love you from the deepest of my being.

I could not believe. I was there in front of the most beautiful creature of this whole planet  receiving so many treasures from her and she was thankful to me because I was receiving them. What kind of creatures are these who live in the forests and the mountains? She is so different from the people I meet before. She became tankful by giving. What else would I see in these strange lands?

And after a minute of silence and contemplation she smiled to me with a small tear of joy in her eyes, she gave me a kiss in my face, and then she flew away. The beauties of that moments were so intense that I could not even think about them, I was feeling them in other region of my being, my mind was simply silent, completely wordless about everything that had happened. How could anything find words for that? And in the middle of that magical moment I realized my body was tired. It was time to sleep. And with the biggest thankful feeling to existence in my hearth I laid in the grass and sleep until the next morning.

The begining of the journey

It was mid September, and daily life was about to kill me. Not that life itself was being bad. To be fair, life was actually going well. Work, money, love, friends, family, everything was pretty normal. I had no big problems about any of these things. What happened was that somehow that was simply not enough any more. It was not a choice. Not something that came to me by reflection. It was just a deep inner felling that something was still lacking. Life was lacking. It was time. Time to taste life to its deepest. There was no other way. None stupid consolation could now make my heart stop telling me that it was time to leave what I had before. I had to go away. I had to run to a far away land in order to discover what was that mystery call coming from my soul. I had to find my inner peace. And that was the moment when I went alone to find myself in the cold mountains. I needed solitude. None prophet could help me now. None holy scripture. None philosophical teaching. I already had enough from all of them. I simply needed the silent fresh air that existed in the wild mountains. So there I went. And that was the beginning of the whole thing.