Stories Told Through Symbols 🌿
The Ninth Story
A Story of a Strange Encounter
They’re not people. They’re enormous, transparent, and noble. And yet… perhaps something is missing.
They pass by as if you weren’t even there.
🖤 Until one of them notices you.
And if this reminds you of Moby while reading – you’re not alone. 😊
Maybe you’ll find a piece of your own world in this story – enjoy the read.
I know – the giant was supposed to be transparent and noble… but this is how he came to me.
He didn’t ask if he matched the description from the meditation – he just settled onto the canvas 😊
But he carries exactly the energy I wanted to put into it.
Maybe you’ll feel it too ✨🖤
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 standing on a path lined with linden trees.
Sunlight filters through the leaves, and the air smells of freshly cut grass.
In the distance, I see figures walking toward me.
They don’t even seem human – they’re enormous, at least ten meters tall.
All of them are white and almost transparent, with noble, beautiful features.
They walk silently, taking slow and deliberate steps.
They pass by me without noticing.
But I’m not afraid.
I call out to them, wave my arms, try to catch their attention –
but none of them responds.
I feel like one of the little aliens from that Moby song, In This World.
Then, one of the figures steps out of the group and sits down in the grass by the path.
I run toward her, jumping with excitement, hoping she’ll notice me.
She watches me for a moment, then smiles – and lifts me onto her shoulder.
Wow.
The view from up here is completely different.
I laugh – and she laughs with me.
She rejoins the others, walking down into the valley.
Now the rest of them see me too.
And they also see how the figure carrying me has changed –
she’s more open, more radiant, full of life.
Now I’d almost say… she seems human.
They build a fire.
Only the one who carries me sits by it – the others disappear.
We sit by the flames and share stories – about life, about death.
Some make us laugh, others bring tears.
I feel more alive.
It’s strange – as if I’ve grown taller, and at the same time become even more open to what’s beneath me.
To all living things.
I feel deep sympathy – and a newfound sense of compassion.
I’m more sensitive now.
And yet happier.
More figures arrive.
Each one has someone like me – a small person – sitting on their shoulder.
Night has fallen.
We’re all gathered around the flickering fire, talking.
There’s warmth, connection, and an incredible energy between us.
I feel we’re capable of anything.
Maybe even changing the whole world.
Feel like unraveling the symbols in this story with me?
Take a look here: 
The Secret of Symbols: A Story of a Strange Encounter
Thank you for visiting and I look forward to seeing you at the next story.