I do apologize for my long absence. However, now I'm back. Here is another short tale that is a work in progress. Please leave me any feedback or constructive comments you may have. I'd love to know what your thoughts are and how this story has had an impact on you.
Many thanks,
And enjoy the tale.
ODESSA
This story begins with a man
holding a seemingly precious object. I say seemingly precious because of the
way he is postured, as if hoarding it or hiding it from the world, holding it
close to his body with that protective and/or defensive look about him.
This Man decides to hide
the object and so begins constructing a cubicle room around it. This room is
made out of precious metals like gold, silver, and platinum. As he uses these
building materials he makes specialized tiles with them. These tiles are
rectangular and roughly the size of his open hand. They fit and lock nicely
together. He imprints various symbols and signs on them as he goes along; signs
and symbols with special meanings to him. He believes that as he lays these
tiles together he can position the symbols in a way that would allow him to
unlock a code to a secret door to the room, in the event he decides to go back
to get his valuable object.
Once the room is complete
he feels the need to create a wall around it for further protection of its
contents. Again he makes tiles, this time made from the hardest rocks, stones,
and minerals he can find, beautifully crafted and again imprinted with
mysterious symbols. Anyone looking upon it would find his work breathtaking.
The aerial view of this
completed wall surrounding the room looked like a larger square surrounding a
smaller cube.
Upon finishing this wall
the Man still feels vulnerable and decides to build yet another wall. He
decides to use the strongest, richest wood for his next collection of tiles,
and this time the symbols are carved into the wood and inlaid with gold. He
positions each tile and symbol in a very particular sequence, thinking that
only he will be able to decode the secret combination to the hidden opening of
this wall if he should ever desire to unlock it and then get to the room and
valuable treasure inside.
Upon accomplishing this
task, he initially feels the content inside is well protected until a fear
seizes him. What if someone should steal a way inside? The contents did not feel
well enough protected yet, and so he set out to build one reinforcing wall
after another until he finally felt satisfied that the inner room was secure.
Again each wall was made with the hardest, sturdiest materials he could find
and imprinted with codes and symbols that the Man positioned in secret
combinations. Always thinking that he could unlock the secret openings to the
walls by decoding the secret combinations of symbols he had laid out.
As all this is occurring a
Woman lingers in the shadows behind the Man, watching what he is DO-ing. She
feels tenderness for this man, and remains in the shadows knowing not to
interfere with his on-goings unless he specifically goes seeking her wisdom and
advice. All the while this Woman knows how to gain access to what this Man
believes is well hidden and protected inside.
The Man eventually seals
his secret within many layers of walls and then in the end decides to retrieve
it.
As he sets out to decode
the secret codes that will unlock each wall he is suddenly haunted and hounded
by demons. This flusters the Man and causes him to forget all the combinations
that will unlock each wall and allow him to get inside.
In a panic he thinks he
will never be able to retrieve his personal secret treasure, that there are too
many secrets codes, combinations, blocks, obstacles and challenges blocking his
way. With all the dark figures closing in on him this Man is unable to remember
how to undo it all and feels he is out of Time.
In that moment of panic
the Man turns to the Woman and asks for Help. The Woman bows her head to the
Man in acknowledgement, and then places her hands together as if in prayer.
With this hand gesture, and with the Man’s intent of seeking the contents at
the heart of this fortress, she points her fingertips towards the concentric walls.
In an instant a
magnificent parting occurs through all the layers of wall simultaneously and
the encroaching haunting energies are zapped. Golden light spills out from all
the broken tiles, the luminescence extinguishing the enclosing darkness.
The Man in reverence to
the Woman turns to her and sends her a heartfelt thank you. His panic is
dissolved with a sense of calmness and he feels centered again.
He turns towards the rift
in the walls and can see a direct path illuminated by golden light to the
contents within the center. He turns back towards the Woman and notices that
she has once again retreated to the shadows and watches him with tenderness and
compassion in her heart.
Turning back towards his
precious treasure he now recognizes what he failed to recognize at the start.
That the treasure he tried to hide from the world was never meant to be hidden
and hoarded away, and it did not need protecting. Also, that this treasure was always
just meant for him because it was a piece of him, and that no one could take it
away from him no matter what. He failed to realize until now how empty he had
felt without it. He now knew how much he needed it in order to feel whole
again, and that he was meant to use this treasure and share it with the world.
He began to feel a
stirring inside his BE-ing and allowed the stirring to guide him through the
rubble to his treasure. Upon reaching the center of his creation, which was a
deceptive safe, he graciously and gratefully picked up what he had hidden
inside, placed it against his heart, and allowed it to become part of his
BE-ing again. Upon allowing its integration with himself he was receptive to
its energies flowing throughout his whole body and being. He noticed how much
better, stronger and more powerful, he felt and he began to wonder why he had
wanted to hide this in the first place. He now had a treasure to share with the
world.
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Endnote: This story came
to me as a dream. After I received this dream the name Odessa popped into my
mind. This kind of thing happens to me often and the names usually have a
meaning associated with them so I Google’d
“Odessa”. With the help of my intuitive faculties I determined that the name
“Odessa” comes from the Greek word “Odessey” which means long journey or long
voyage. I then recognized how the meaning of Odessa was associated to this
tale. That’s when I realized that the name “Odessa” was the name, or rather the
title, for this story. The Man is on an Odessey, and perhaps the Woman’s name
is Odessa.
