Stories Told Through Symbols 🌿
The Fourth Story
Memento mori
Death often appears in my meditations, but now, for the first time, it speaks. 🖤
To live with the awareness that everything is temporary and to know how to rejoice—deeply and truly. There is never a better time than right now… A story about an old man, his three children—and why the desire for life keeps death at the threshold of the house.
Maybe you’ll find a piece of your own world in this story – enjoy the read 🍀
🎨 That day, I was painting and playing with an electronic kit. (Recommended for ages 8 and up. So what – grown-ups need to play too) There were 40 pieces in the kit, but once everything clicked into place and the current started flowing… magic! ⚡️Just like in life. We’re all a kind of human puzzle.
And when the batteries are missing – joy, purpose, energy – nothing really works. This picture is about that: a bit of play, a bit of building. And somewhere out there, where we might not see yet, there’s death. It’s part of the whole. Maybe that’s exactly why it makes sense to build our “living circuit” as best we can.
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
An old man looks down from a cliff at the city below him. His clothes are worn out and he leans heavily on his cane. When he looks up, the sun is shining in the sky, which then alternates with the starry sky, and so it repeats itself in rapid succession until the old man returns to his house on the cliff. His wife welcomes him by the door and as soon as he sits down at the table, his three children come, demanding attention.
The oldest and the youngest child are already quite big and look well. The second-born child is the smallest of them and looks like he is the youngest of them. The man has never noticed how sickly he was before. The old man becomes worried, sits the child on his knees, swings him and the child smiles sadly at him. He asks his wife what’s wrong with their child, and she replies that she barely has time to make buns and take care of the most necessary things. She no longer has the strength to do other things. The child is not dying, and he has enough to eat. The old man takes his wife’s wrinkled hand in his hands and asks what she needs, if there is anything he can do for her. Would she like to go to town sometimes? He didn’t think she had ever wanted to go there. The woman thinks about it and tells him that she does not care to go to town. She just needs her children to be healthy and strong. Especially the middle one. Otherwise, she will never be who she could be.
Then the door opens, and the grim reaper appears. He has a scythe in his hand and watches the old man. However, he cannot cross the threshold of the house. As long as the old man has his wife and children with him, he cannot take him, but if his second child dies, he will soon come for him. „I will come when you lose your desire to live. Your first child awakens you the desire to be better, your second child the desire to take life into your own hands, and your third child the desire to see the world from a different point of view.” The woman presses her children closer to herself, but the grim reaper is already gone.
The old man just nods his head and walks out with his middle child in front of the house. He gives his child a kite. The child holds it firmly in the gusts of wind and the kite glides through the air. Suddenly, the old man feels himself floating and flying with the child under the starry sky. The child laughs happily all the time. It is so contagious that even the old man begins to smile and starts to tremble with happiness all over his body. Eventually, they land in front of their house and go inside. There is a woman with long blond hair standing there, and he sees the sparkle in her eyes again. When the man sees how happy it made his wife, he promises himself that from now on he will take more care of his middle child and will pay him the same attention as to his two other children.
His wife is strength and desire for life. His three children are love, joy and knowledge.
Thank you for visiting and I look forwards to seeing you at the next story.🍀