Clearing the Past

This is a story that came from a visualisation…

I wandered through the garden of my mind, crowded as it was with the flowers of memory. On their scent I grew drunk, my mind and being grew dark even in the bright sunlight. For all the flowers, and the cloying sweet air, it was strangely quiet and still. No birdsong filled the air, no hum of life. Like a garden of scented silken flowers and leaves.

The garden extended down to a river that was wide and dark. I sat, enveloped in the sense of memories, by the river and looked to the forest on the far shore. Through the fog of intoxication I knew then it was to the far shore and the forest I must go. The river was wide and dark, but not deep. I waded an age, eons it seemed to me before the shore I sought drew near. And so I crossed the River of Fear & Pride, and let the memories slide away with the current. Discovering that was all the river was – a convergence of memories of fear and pride…the bank was reached.

Before me, the Forest of Being stood, silent and ringing with song. I had crossed the river and left the flowers of memory behind.

All I know now is that the flower I seek dwells in the forest and I shall know it when I find it. Dappled sunlight leads my feet through the forest, so alive after the deathly garden and the dark, cold river.

Ancient sunlight shining upon me, all around me…calls me deep into the Forest of Being. So led, the Flower of Purpose is found. And the purpose is Love. A beautiful and terrible purpose it is.