From the Scrolls of Ahyeen
These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.
They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.
Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.
Loud Whispers
There was something about the wind that Magdal found alluring. The way it wildly swept across land, sky and sea unphased by any visible obstacles in its path. The fact that it could not be seen but definitely and undeniably felt.
Its vastly wise spectrum of intensity, ranging from a mild serene softness that embraces, to a raging howl of massive strength that destroys without even the faintest trace of mercy.
Today it was particularly windy. Stormy even. But instead of staying indoors, Magdal felt the urge to go out into the elements. And commune.
She decided to go to a particularly quiet place. Usually quiet. But not today though. Or so it seemed.
When she arrived, she just stood still for a while. Contemplating the dancing trees.
They seemed to be intent on holding themselves firmly in the ground, in spite of the wind's sweeping gusts that threatened to uproot them.
Undisturbed by the intensity of the tempest, Magdal stepped onto the green path, softly woven with moss and the first sprinkles spring, expecting to be shaken to the root, just like the trees around her.
Instead, she experienced a surprising stillness, her hair hardly ruffled by the breeze, whilst all around her the evidence of nature's strength defied comprehension.
As she walked, Magdal literally experienced herself as the eye of the storm, where all is calm and safe, and though she was moving, progressing forward with each step, still the quietude remained about her, like a moving bubble of quiet solace amidst the surrounding wild dance of invisible currents.
This was the lived experience of being Presence in the flesh.
Something she would not have believed if she herself were not amidst what might have seemed impossible to envision... and yet it was real.
Magdal imagined what it could be like, on Earth, if many more dropped into this same resonant coherence of Presence. And she smiled. Because though she knew it might perhaps be a very distant potential, Magdal was certain to the very core of her Beingness that inasmuch as she was experiencing it, it was possible. And that in itself sufficed.
There was no intent to force, to fight, to impose, to prove or even to defy. It just was what it was. And this was enough.
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