Stories Told Through Symbols 🌿
The Eight Story
The Dove and the Feast Below
A symbolic story where a dove leads you into a dark cave and to a mysterious feast.
What lies beneath the surface – and why is your plate empty?🕊️✨
The story stayed with me. Maybe it will speak to you too.
Let yourself be guided between the lines.
🎨 The painting Crown came to me in a moment when I was reflecting on the empty plate in the story. Perhaps it’s in those very moments—when something is missing and an empty space appears—that we begin to truly notice. And maybe that space is meant for our own crown.
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
I’m holding a glowing orb in my hand. Suddenly, it rises and begins to float ahead of me. I follow it – as if it were waiting for me. It leads me to the entrance of a dark cave. I hesitate; I don’t really want to go in. But the orb hovers still at the entrance, patiently inviting me to follow. At last, I step inside. The orb illuminates the cave walls, and I follow it – descending deeper and deeper.
Then the light vanishes. In front of me stands a heavy wooden door, guarded by a silent figure. Without a word, they motion for me to enter – as if they too had been waiting for me.
Beyond the door is a room filled with light. A queen comes to greet me. She wears richly adorned robes and a crown that glistens with gemstones in the sunlight. In the center of the room stands a long table set for seven. Linen napkins, silverware, crystal glasses – everything is in its place, as if a grand meal is about to be served. Yet no one is seated. I’m the first to arrive. The others are still awaited.
I walk to the window and look outside. Everything is blooming. In the center of the garden, a stone fountain sparkles in the sunlight. A thought strikes me – we’re underground. How can this be?
On the windowsill sits a dove. She looks so tame, as if she would let me gently hold her.
I want to wait for the others, but I learn that if I don’t bring the dove into the light right away, she will die. At that moment, she takes flight, circling the room. I can’t catch her. Tired, I sit down at the table and ask for something to eat and drink.
Once again, I’m reminded – if I linger, the dove may not survive. I look at her – she’s no longer flying. She sits silently on the table, just as weary as I am. It moves me deeply. I gently take her into my hands and give thanks. I decide I’ll eat and drink only once I leave the cave.
The glowing orb that led me here is gone. Yet somehow, the path out is now lit. I have no idea where the light comes from. As I step out of the cave, I see a castle in the distance and begin walking toward it.
At its door stands a familiar guard. I feel I’ve seen them before. They let me in – I am expected. The doors open before me, and I see the queen sitting at the long table. It is set for seven, and six seats are now filled. Everyone has been waiting for me.
The room and the queen feel deeply familiar.
The dove flies up and settles on the windowsill. I look out – the blooming garden, the murmuring fountain. Now I’m certain – it’s the same room I saw in the cave.
The queen rings a bell. The dove startles and flies out through the open window. Servants begin entering, each carrying a silver tray and placing it before the guests. When I look closer, I realize the main course – stuffed doves.
But my tray is empty.
The queen looks at me with sorrow in her eyes. She regrets that I was delayed. A new dove will need to be caught. She invites me to retreat to my chambers until my meal is prepared.
I leave the room and in the corridor, I see my dove. She gazes at me – and then transforms into a glowing orb. She leads me out of the castle.
Outside, it is night. But I’m not afraid. I follow the light, and I know it’s guiding me the right way.
Even if I don’t yet know where that is.
Feel like unraveling the symbols in this story with me?
Take a look here: ➡️ The Secret of Symbols: The Dove and the Feast Below
Thank you for visiting and I look forward to seeing you at the next story.