Stories Told Through Symbols 🌿
The Second Story
A Different Story about Love
A journey upward on a marble staircase… But what if we’re not actually ascending?
A story not just about love. Or perhaps it is—but in a way you wouldn’t expect.♥️
Maybe you’ll find a piece of your own world in this story – enjoy the read 🍀
🎨 I don’t know why this image came to me in meditation.
The meadow is simple. It asks for nothing. It simply… is.
And maybe that kind of “being without demands” is the most precious thing we can receive when we ask for something higher.
Look at the upper part of the image – don’t get drawn into the black, but focus on the white.
You’ll see figures. Maybe not right away. Maybe only on the second glance.
And how did they get there? I don’t know.
Meditation is always a bit of a mystery… and maybe that’s exactly why it draws me in so deeply.
Sometimes, something unusual happens in silence. 🌿
Images, sensations, and words begin to appear – as if another world is speaking to you.
This story came to me during meditation. And now, you can experience it with me.
Stories come to me through symbols and metaphors that I gradually uncover.
This time, I’m sharing them just as I saw them – unedited, unembellished.
Simply as they appeared.
They carry symbols that may not be grasped by the mind, but a sensitive soul can feel them.
If they resonate with you, you can look forward to more that I’ll be sharing over time.
And if you’re curious about how these stories come to life, take a look here → www.symbolion.com/ inspiration
There is a haze all around me. When I look around, I cannot see anything except the staircase I’m climbing up. It is a white marble staircase, and I can only see a few steps ahead of me. On the staircase I meet a little goat. But I cannot take her with me. I cannot take her in my arms, because she is too heavy.
I meet a woman wrapped in a grey cloak. She has a hood on her head, and I cannot see her face. She is showing me a basket with eggs. I take two eggs and put them in my pockets. I do not feel anything. In front of me, the Pantheon appears at the top of the staircase. I feel the excitement and joy that there really is something up there.
When I get there, I find myself on a hill on which white columns rise, but the horizon is covered with grey clouds. I sit on the ground in the grass, and I feel nothing – no joy, no despondency, just a dull feeling of nothing. I don’t even want to go back. I sit on the grass and meditate. It is like meditation in meditation.
Why try going up when I don’t see anything that can change my state of sadness. I do not have to go through this experience. I already feel that if I manage to achieve something, I will not feel different. Maybe I will have more fun, maybe I will be able to get things, maybe I will travel more, maybe I will have a better life, but so what? It is out. It is not easy for me to motivate myself intrinsically. Finally, I go back down the stairs.
I go the same way. I meet the woman who is handing me the basket with eggs. But now I see that she is not expecting me to take it. She reaches with the basket in her hands to me, silently asking for help. I put my hands over the basket to warm the eggs. Chickens begin to hatch from the eggs. The woman seems happier, pulls the hood off her head and even smiles happily. She gives me one of the chicks.
Now I even have water for the little goat. After she drinks some water, she starts following me and I don’t have to carry her. When we climb up to the Pantheon, everything is the same as before. I paint the white columns red, blue and green, but my sadness does not disappear. I watch the goat grazing and the chicken eating something off the ground. I caress them and I am filled with love.
I feel that the feeling of love is very strong up here. The animals are happy, and the weight falls off me because I am filled with love. But nothing else has changed, the emptiness is still there. Suddenly, the thought crosses my mind that this may be how God feels.
The highest thing we are able to achieve is love, which, however, cannot turn my eyes away from emptiness. But it can at least partially overshadow it. It is the highest feeling we are capable of, and it helps me reconcile with life.
Thank you for visiting, and I look forward to sharing the next story with you.🍀