Stories Told Through Symbols 🌿
The Third Story
Gold Hoop
This time, you will climb a pink pyramid shrouded in mist and fall down into an underground cave where golden hoops spin… 
This meditation has been really challenging, but I never end any meditation prematurely, even if the story is scary. At the end, however, the heavy clouds tore apart. Maybe we are all spinning our gold hoop.
Maybe you’ll find a piece of your own world in this story – enjoy the read 🍀
🎨 This image came to me in meditation – an upside-down pink pyramid in the mist.
Maybe like the tip of an iceberg beneath the surface – depth in reversed perspective.
A subtle hint of something that’s been there all along,
but at first we don’t see it – or we’re not quite aware of it yet.
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
The top of the pyramid emerges from the haze, but a large part of it is still hidden. I am climbing up the pyramid and when I look down, there is a smokescreen beneath me – dense smoke that I cannot see through. I finally climbed up, but there is nothing, I feel nothing, and I just know that now I have to jump down. I cannot see what is below, but I know I have no other choice. I fall through the thick haze and find myself in a vast underground cave.
There are individuals in grey cloaks everywhere. They have hoods on their heads so I cannot see their faces. I notice that they walk in line, one after the other, each spinning a golden hoop in front of them. They put one hoop on top of the other, creating a tunnel upwards. I realize that I have already been up there, at the top of the pyramid, and that there is nothing there. Others just progress step by step in a line. They walk past me, but they do not notice me.
Some of them head towards a tub, get in and get all soaked in black tar. This is the line that progresses the slowest. They walk with effort and their movements are very slow. But they are still walking, just like the others, there is no other option, they must proceed.
Along the way, there is another tub, this time filled with water, where some of them wash off the tar. It costs them a lot of energy and time, but in the end they line up and start moving faster again. I don’t want to join any of their lines, but I know I have to join somewhere. I ask one man in the hood, and he tells me that I have to make a decision, I have to choose. I don’t know which queue to choose, I don’t like either one. How do I decide?
I’m back on the pyramid and I am climbing up. Now there are some cramps that I can use to get to the top faster. A circular hole suddenly appears in the pyramid. When I look inside, I see that the pyramid is hollow, and a rope is hanging from above. I have to gather my courage and jump on the rope. If I do not overcome my fear, I can stay hanging on the rope and I do not have to climb up, I do not have to do anything. When I run out of strength, I will fall. It is more comfortable and calmer, and it may even require less energy. But I feel that it is only apparent. But one thing is certain – I will start again under the pyramid. Below me is such a deep abyss that I cannot see the bottom, but I still have enough strength to climb up. I break off the top of the pyramid and stand at the top of it. There is nothing there.
A stork with a baby in a swaddle flies over me and releases the baby into my arms. I feel its purity and innocence. Suddenly, the baby begins to change into snakes that penetrate into me. I see snake heads sticking out of my hands, but I am not afraid. On the contrary, I feel that they make me stronger. Suddenly a sentence from the Gospel of Matthew comes to my mind: “Behold, I am sending you out like sheep among wolves; therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.”
Then I am falling down through the smoke screen, and as soon as I find myself in the underground cave, I immediately join those who are spinning the golden hoop in front of them. I twist the stick so fast that the hoop sparks. All hoops stack on top of each other, creating a tunnel upwards.
When I ask a hooded person, he tells me that the golden hoop is our consciousness, everything we take with us – and that is the only thing we take with us. It is not important where we go, but how we go there. It is not about what is going to be up there, but who we’ll become along the way like.
Thank you for visiting and I look forwards to seeing you at the next story.🍀