This is a short story (semi-fiction) I've written. There are 7 parts .... i struggled with whether or not to put this up but it keeps coming back to me so i guess i must... love to all

The Healing Part 1. Freedom.

A boy was born. After that the end began. This is no great detour. In fact a corridor to the continuance. Let me explain.

Coming back. The re-entry. No different than most, but different than any other. Makes sense.

Space-Time-Travel-Existence- We are travelling- in space- through time- We exist now.

Actually, we exist always. In some form. There is no death. You will exist forever. In some form.

You are free.

Mans' destiny is freedom- Believe.
Womans' destiny is freedom- Trust.
All things are free- Dream/Truth.

Now is the Time to be Free.

You are here in this space- Now- Free to be Free.

You will continue to travel in space and time forever. In one form or another.

You shall fall as you Desire.
You shall rise as you Dream.
You shall give Light or receive Darkness as you Wish.
You shall have that which is yours in Time.

part.2 Longing

This same boy found himself alone. In the silence he wished, he wanted. He desired. In this shortage, he ached.

In a dream there came the other. In all things the boy wants then were filled then. At waking, he was alone.

At night, all things became his. In his aloneness, no one would disagree. In his aloneness there was no one but he. This would eventually lead to misery.

As others came and went, always it was the boy and that outside him. No way would let him into the outside. This added to the pain of the distance inside the boy and the beauty of All.

The boy longed to be seen. Known. Loved. To belong to something. All the time.

If only he had known. Could have known. If someone had told him.

part 3. Beauty

His longing grew, with himself.

That same boy found beauty. Actually it was there always. Beauty and facination come hand in hand, though beauty is not always pretty to look at, as facination is not also.

Still, he looked and did wonder why. In the boys life and as he grew he looked at many things. Some he could understand. Other things seared his brain.

At times his facination became obssesive. At others, the Beauty around him was still there. Always.

part 4. Love

The boy grows in size. Physically, sometimes emotionally, but definately in Desire.

He is not without Love. In his Love he was no longer alone. His companions are the animals, the rocks, the trees, the space around him, and all within. You too.

He realized. He saw. The Beauty of All. Gratefully he Loved.

At first only a leaf. The lone leaf. Who will love her if not I, he asks. You so shall said it.

And then, in All things he saw, she showed, with Love, how it can be.

From the seed to the tree, and leaf that falls, that Love abounds in All these things. And to bird from the tree, and the sky from the bird, and to All the bird can see, and to
All this bird is and All the bird does, the boy can see, and be, in Love in All ways.

part 5. The Keys

The keys are:

Love, Trust, Sincerity, Individuality, Character, Faith, Boldness, Desire, Hope, Dreams, Passion, Clarity, Balance, Risk, Will, Belief, Patience, Beauty, Sense, Opposites ...

Blindness reveals Truth = Clarity
Desire becomes Action = Reality

You are the key to All.

The boy dreamed as it can be, and so it was.

part 6. The Spark

As every seed became a tree and every tree from a seed, so the boy became a man. Imperfect. Perfectly.

To how many fractions the squeeze of a pressure which fires the gun which kills the body of a spirit he once contemplated. What sound of life would not speak, questing, he opened the box containing Pandora and the Merry Horsemen.

In the blinding following, a song, by a minstrel:

"Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark" Bruce Springsteen

part 7. The Answer

The truth of the matter is: We are all in this container together, anybody got a light?