|The Parable of the Garden|
Imagine for a moment a garden. Imagine that this garden is unlike any garden you have ever seen on this earth. Imagine this is a garden full of flowers and trees, of brilliant sights and sounds, of sparkling diamond water and clear emerald forests. Imagine a garden characterized by unbelievable fertility and bounty. Imagine that in this garden, life flourishes in peace, love, and joy. In this garden there is nothing but contentment, bliss, and happiness. Call this garden The Garden of Eden or Shambhala or Heaven if you like for indeed it was like all these places and more. Call it utopia and imagine it a place of pure light. Then, when you have imagined all these things, put them together and you will know what The Garden was like.
Perhaps it goes without saying but I'll say it anyway. In this beautiful, utopian garden, everything was perfect. In The Garden, there was abundance and joy and nobody went without. Nobody experienced pain for very long. Nobody went unloved and this was all good because that is the way the people who created The Garden wanted it. You see the garden people, the Lightwalkers, were beings of pure light and love. These people were all beauty, perfection, light, and glory and in their garden they created nothing that was ugly or distasteful. Truly, the Lightwalkers were like shining, glorious suns of creation. They were brilliant and blinding to behold and when they created The Garden, they created it as a reflection of their perfect, light-filled nature. In The Garden there was no suffering or want. Each heart's desire was fulfilled and that's just the way everybody wanted it.
Life went on in perfection and bliss for a long time in The Garden, but one day something happened. One day a few of the Lightwalkers (let us call them The Explorers) thought to themselves that maybe a change was needed. These ones thought, maybe things could be better. Maybe we could have more beautiful flowers and trees, more brilliant sights and sounds, and more sparkling in the water of the forests. "Maybe," they thought and so they put together a plan which called for more brilliant colors and more beautiful oceans and more glorious trees and more light, love, and abundance than was ever thought possible, and then they took the plan and they went to elders of The Garden, and they said "Look at our plan."
"Isn't it cool?"
"Isn't it wonderful?"
"Isn't it amazing?"
And the elders had to agree because in truth The Plan was beautiful and amazing and glorious and if it worked, if the thing could be done, it would be something completely different. It would certainly mean more of everything that The Lightwalkers loved so much about The Garden. Of course The Plan required a lot of work and a lot of effort. The Plan would require mucking around in the darkness outside The Garden. The Plan would not be a holiday in paradise. But that was OK. The Elders and The Explorers felt sure it was a workable plan. So they took The Plan to the people and they said, "Here is our plan, it will be hard, who will volunteer?" Despite the amount of work and effort, despite the hardship and the mucking around in the darkness, many hands shot up for the Lightwalkers were excited and wanted to participate. And so they did. They packed their bags, joined The Explorers, bid their tearful goodbyes, and walked out into the darkness muck outside The Garden. They went away from the light and disappeared from view.
Now the Lightwalkers who stayed back were a bit worried at first. This was without precedent. To be cut off in such a profound way from their sisters and brothers was disturbing. Of course, they trusted that the explorers knew what they were doing, but still they were worried. They waited and they watched and watched and waited, and when they had waited and watched to the limit of their patience, they started to talk about sending out a search party. But then, much to their surprise, just as they started to take this action, "it" happened. All of a sudden, the silence and the blackness of the darkness was broken by a flash and a sound. Then, there was another flash and another sound. Then another and pretty soon the flashes were like lightning and the sound was like thunder and the lightning and the thunder rolled across the thin skin of the dark. It was exciting to watch. The Lightwalkers breathed a sigh of relief. The work had begun.
Thus did the work go on. While the Lightwalkers continued to exist in Joy and Bliss, the Explorers worked hard in the darkness. There were flashes and there was thunder, there were crashes and there was rumble and every once in a while a crackle of fire danced across the skin of the dark. It was a light-and-sound show exciting like never before, and soon some of the Lightwalkers who had stayed behind decided they just couldn't stand it anymore, and they packed their bags and ran off into the dark, and as they did that it added to the fire. The lighting flashed brighter, the thunder crashed louder, and a fire crackled over the thin skin of the dark until, all of a sudden, nothing. Suddenly, all the flashing and all the thunder just stopped, just like that. One moment buzzing and crackling and the next nothing. At that point the Lightwalkers who had stayed behind looked at each other. They were puzzled. They waited, but the silence continued.
"What could have happened?" they asked themselves. "Has something gone wrong?" they wondered. They waited and waited and they waited to the limits of their patience and worry and they started to talk about a search party. After all, this was highly irregular, unusual, and worrisome, but then at just about the time that they were ready to ask for volunteers for the search party, the darkness was once again broken by a flash and a sound. Just like before, lightning, thunder and fire crackled and rolled over the thin skin of the dark. It started off dim and sporadic but grew much louder and brighter than before. It was exciting. The work had begun once again.
And so, the work went on. There were flashes and thunder and fire. The Lightwalkers gazed in fascination and amazement at the show. It was a pulsating energy ball, like an oscillating star going Nova and it was very exciting. In fact, it was so exciting that wave after wave of Lightwalker, overcome by the raw excitement of it all, jumped into the darkness to help. As they did that, the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled and the fire crackled and the energy grew even wilder until all of a sudden...
Of course, the Lightdancers were startled by this. They looked at each other. They were puzzled. Once again, they waited and wondered and worried only this time the wait seemed like an eternity. In fact, it seemed as if something had gone wrong so they organized a search party, called for volunteers, and then just as the search party was about to step out into the darkness, a frenzied group of Explorers came screaming and rushing out of the darkness, hollering like mad maniacs.
"Did you see that?" they said breathless.
"Wasn't it awesome?" they exclaimed with excitement.
Wild-eyed, they clenched their fists and they repeated, "Did you see that?"
"Did you see that?"
"We almost did it," they laughed.
"We almost had it."
"But we need your help," they said, shaking our shoulders.
"There was too much," they gasped as they looked up to the sky.
"There was too many," they said as they spread their shaking arms wide.
"We need your help!"
And of course, we (and by we I mean the Lightwalkers who remained in The Garden) agreed. What else could we do? Obviously the Explorers were onto something big and exciting. So we said, "How can we help?", and as the explorers paused and thought about it and after a few moments they said, "Well, let's see. As you can see, it is extremely black down there and we have a hard time seeing where we are going. We sometimes get lost and turned around in the darkness, so it would be great if some of you could act as guides for us. You know," they said, "each of us needs somebody to stay close to and help when we ask."
At hearing that, hands shot up everywhere. Volunteers jumped at the chance to participate. "We will help," they said. "We will act as your guides. We will provide assistance as required and we will walk with you in the darkness." Hearing this, the Explorers smiled and nodded in thanks and said, "There is something else. As you know, there is so little light down there and it is really hard to see what we are doing. What is worse, when things start to get real crazy, we start bumping into each other. We get elbowed, poked, jostled, and run over and it gets really messy. We need some of you to hold the light for us, so that we can see where we are going and avoid the worst of the bumps and the bruises."
Of course, hands shot up everywhere. Volunteers jumped at the opportunity and said, "Whatever you need, we will do. We are at your humble service." To this the Explorers nodded and smiled and said, "There is one more thing. As you know, it gets awfully dark and mucky down there. And there is so many working on The Plan now, and the energy levels are at fantastic levels, and it can easily get out of hand. In truth, it is like a one big pressure cooker down there. There's so much energy that the lid can literally flash off the pan as what happened just before we came. What we need," they said, "is someone to keep the lid on."
Of course, volunteers jumped forward excitedly primed by the opportunity to help and they said, "We will do whatever is required of us" and with that the Explorers and the Guides and the Lightholders and the Energy Keepers went out into the darkness to work. Those who stayed behind watched and waited and for a long time they saw nothing move in the darkness, but then a shout sprang through the consciousness of the Lightwalkers.
"THERE!" they screamed.
"THERE in the darkness."
"Did you see that?"
"Did you see that?"
Everybody looked and they could see sparks in the darkness and these sparks quickly grew, and soon lightning and thunder and fire was crackling over the thin skin of the dark, and it grew in intensity as the power and the energy expanded, and when it seemed like the energy and the fire could grow no more intense, the darkness started to pulse and hum. The energy would reach a raging crescendo, and then it would back off from the energy peak. Then, another cycle and the energy would reach an even higher crescendo and then it would back off from the peak. And then another cycle, and then another, and on and on. It was like a balloon being inflated or water smashing up against an overburdened dam. It seemed as if the energy was trying to break through the thin skin of the darkness, and it had to build up steam to do so. The Lightwalkers watched the undulation in fascination, never growing bored of the show but then, after what seemed like an eternity, "it" happened. Just as the crackling ball of fire was at its most intense ever, just as it seemed as if the heat from this "forge of creation" could not get any more intense and burning, they saw it. There, in the heat of an already intense fire, a single brilliant explosion of light cracked on the surface and sent brilliant tendrils of fire over the thin skin of the dark. Their eyes widened as they watched and then, before a single breath had passed, another brilliant explosion and an even more powerful wave of energy. And then, another. And then, another. And then another, until pretty soon what was once dark, black, and nothing was now brilliant, intense, and light-filled in a way that nobody had ever seen before. It was dazzling, blinding, deafening, brilliant and then, just when all the Lightworkers thought they had reached the limit of their wonder, the walls that had contained the energy and the fire in the dark were blasted away, and as that happened intense energy and light washed out and over The Garden.
It was wondrous. It was amazing. The new light bathed The Garden with magic and everything that it touched glowed in the energy. The Lightwalkers were shocked. The Lightwalkers were awed.
"Amazing," they whispered to themselves, "glorious!" It was so beautiful that many began to weep with joy and happiness for truly they had never seen anything as beautiful and wondrous as this. Weeping tears of wonder, they looked back to see what had become of those who had descended into the darkness, and that is when they saw The Procession. There they were walking from where the darkness had been, coming back to The Garden. All the Explorers and the Guides and the Lightwalkers and the Gatekeepers who had worked on The Plan were coming home. They were an awful sight to be sure. They looked a mess. The work had been hard. They were bruised and battered, dirty and dusty. They were torn and tired. They creaked and they groaned as they walked their way home, but as they stretched and cleaned off the mud from their eyes and their faces you could see they were all OK, and with that a roar of congratulations and welcome unlike anything ever heard in all the ages of creation went up from the mouths of the Lightwalkers. Flowers were thrown in their path, their faces washed with the perfume of roses, and their feet where anointed with soothing oil. There would be celebrations for a long time, for this was something wonderful and completely different.
What a thing they had done!
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