Welcome back, my dear brothers
and sisters, to episode 35 of Success
and Inner Growth.
Today
we continue our journey into the canyon between worlds.
But this time we experience it through the eyes of one
who dared to jump.
Picture this moment. A girl
slowly open her eyes,
the world comes into focus,
gradually past blurred shapes.
Then the gentle movement of leaves
above her. She blinks,
confused, disoriented.
Where am I?
The equation echoes in her mind as she tries
to make sense of the surrounding.
She's lying on the soft earth,
not the hard ground
she expected.
Above
her, branches swayed gently,
dappled sunlight filtering through leaves
heavy with fruits,
apples and oranges
hanging like nature's ornaments.
The sound reaches her ears,
then: the gentle murmur of water flowing nearby.
A small creek
winds its way through these hidden place,
its voice
soft and welcoming.
She tries to sit up, and immediately
her body protests.
A dull ache spreads
through her limbs, her muscles stiff
and sore.
Her cloths are dirty, torn in places, evidence
of a tumultuous journey down the canyon
wall.
Is this a dream?
She wonders.
Am I still alive?
But the pain tells her otherwise.
The dead don't feel their bodies aching.
The dead don't hear the whispers.
of water, or smell., or smell
the sweet scent of ripe fruit hanging overhead.
And then the memory comes flooding back.
She remembers the moment of decision,
standing at the edge of that narrow canyon,
looking across at the world of abundancy.
She remembers the warnings, the billboards,
the voices of those behind her shouting about
danger and certain death.
But something deeper
had called to her.
Something her soul recognized
even when her mind was filled with doubts.
She had run.
She had leaped. For a glorious moment
she was flying - suspended between
two worlds, between scarcity and abundancy,
between fire and faith.
She had made it to the other side.
Her hands had grabbed the roots of a small tree
growing at the very edge of the abundancy plateau.
For one shining instant,
she thought she had succeeded where
so many others had failed.
But the roots gave way,
The small piece of earth
crumpled under her weight. She felt herself
sliding, falling, tumbling down into the canyon
she had tried to desperately cross.
The last thing she remembered was the terror,
the absolute certainty that this was the end,
that those warning had been right, that she was falling to her death.
And then darkness.
Hmhmm.
But here is what she
couldn't have known from above.
My dear listeners:
Here is what those on scarcity
slide never see.
And what those on the abundances side know,
but keep hidden.
The canyon walls
aren’t made of unforgiving stone.
They are composed of soft muddy
earth that catches the fallen, cushions
their descent, saves them from the death,
that seemed so certain.
She looks around and sees her
small rucksack beside her,
the very one she had carried
with her on this journey.
Inside,
were the few cloth and some food
she had packed for what she had hoped
would be the beginning of her new life.
What she doesn't realize yet,
is that this same rucksack,
this luggage she carried from her old world,
was just the little extra weight that made her fly down
instead of climbing directly up to the other side.
But now
the same weight that made her slide down
provided a fresh starting point.
Yes. She sits for a moment,
not completely understanding
what has happened or where she is,
but something fundamental shift inside her.
A deep choice that defines
everything that follows.
She wanted to live,
and she decided to be curious instead of scared,
accepting what was on offer
and using it at least to get clarity.
Instead of panic or despair,
she chooses trust.
Instead of fear of the unknown, she chooses
exploration.
She gets up
slowly, testing her body, feeling the soreness,
but also the strength she remains. The creek calls to her.
And she follows
its voice.
The water is crystal
clear and surprisingly warm.
She' slipped in carefully, letting it wash away the dirt and fear of her journey.
As she did,
she feels is not just the
dirty disappearing, but something deeper, the old version of herself
being gently released.
After her bath,
she open her rucksack and takes out her
reserves cloth - clean, fresh, a new beginning.
She washes that torn and dirty cloth she had been wearing,
hanging them on the branches to dry in the gentle
canyon breeze.
Her stomach
reminds her of its needs.
And she looks up at the fuit
trees above. Apples and oranges
hang within reach, as if placed
there just for her.
She picks
carefully, gratefully, tasting sweetness
she had forgotten existed.
She adds some of the food she had packed, simple
provisions that now taste like a feast.
After eating,
she rests.
Not the exhausted
collapse of some one defeated,
but the peace of her,
someone who has chosen to embrace
whatever comes next.
Curiosity soon stirs
within her. She must explore this place
where she has landed.
Following a small path that winds up the canyon wall,
she climbs to a view point.
From here she can see more of these hidden world.
And there, not far away,
nestled almost into the canyon wall itself,
she spots a small house.
Oh, she thinks, it seems I am not alone here.
.
The path to the house is well-
worn,
as if many feet have walked this way
before
As. she approaches,
she discovers a small garden surrounding the dwelling,
vegetables growing in neat rows,
fruit trees heavy with abundancy.
The garden gate
stands open,
welcoming.
She looks around but sees no one.
The silence isn't empty.
It's expectant, as if the very air
is holding its breath.
The door of the house is also open.
And there, at the entrance, she finds a simple wooden sign
With words
that make her heart skip.
Welcome, Sara.
Here is your place to rest.
Stay here and use everything until you are ready
to move on.
Sarah.
Her name.
Someone knew she was coming.
Inside the house.,
she finds everything she needs.
A comfortable bed in the corner,
a small oven ready for firewood,
utensils for cooking and eating.
A table and chairs that seem to have been waiting
just for her.
And there, on the table a book and pencils.
She opened it with trembling hands,
only to find blank pages and pages.
Empty seem to be challenging her, demanding that she filled them
with her thoughts, her story.
This makes her a bit uneasy,
and for now, she decides to put it aside.
Next to the house, another small creek flows
through a natural pond before
joining the larger, rushing river below.
The pond was full of fish.
Trees provide shade and privacy,
creating a sanctuary within a sanctuary.
She hesitates
for a moment.
Part of her wonders if she should be here, if she deserves this gift.
But then she remembers her fundamental choice:
she wanted to live and she had decided to be curious
instead of scared.
She decides to accept what someone, or perhaps
God himself, has offered her,
at least until she got clarity about her
next steps.
As evening approaches, she prepares dinner
from the vegetables in the garden
and the provisions she finds in the
house.
Grateful beyond words,
she closes the door
of her new temporary home.
She lies down on the bed, enjoying sleeping in a warm bed,
in a safe place without fear or interference
from others.
Sleep comes almost immediately, deep
and this peaceful.
Hmmm
This is Eve Brownyz,
reminding you that every expert was once a beginner,
and every master was once a disaster.
Your path is valid.
Your soul knows the way, and your next step
is waiting for your courage.
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