The Boy Who Saw the Light.
Freedom
Like a hummingbird when it flies freely in the air, like a shark when it cuts through the sea, like a bee freely flying from flower to flower. Freedom is like a dream worth fighting for. It is like a flag to look up to. It is like the life we want to live.
Later, when Gilly opened his eyes, the energy rivers, the cone, the dome, they were all gone, as if they did not exist. He felt some emptiness. He felt some sadness. He was disappointed he hoped to see them again, “They were all gone, they are all gone.” Gilly said with disbelieve. “It was not magic,” Gilly said, “it was not.” He could not explain what had happened, and he did not allow doubtful thoughts to cross his mind. I was here, I saw it. he said,
“No doubt in my mind it happened here, here above the crater.”
Then he looked to the positive side of what had happened. “It was a blessing and a privilege,” Gilly said, “in my mind,” he concluded, “the beauty that lit up the crater, the coon, the dome, and the amazing colors, will always live and shine in my heart, and always will be part of me.”
Then as if he turned a page, he looked to the hill in the center of the crater and announced, “I must go down, I must climb the small hill, I must smell the air on top of that hill, I must touch the stones, I must step on the holy ground. It will be unforgivable, not to feel, not to touch, not to step on that ground, and not to embrace the source for such gorgeousness, where energy and beauty came together and gave me an understanding of the power, and the heart, that makes beauty so amazing, and so captivating.”
“Let’s go,” Gilly said. He put the walking stick under his armpit. In the beginning, he strolled. “Why would I run,” he said, “I have all the time in the world.” But when he reached the bottom of the hill in the canter of the crater. In front of him and to his right. A traffic light was standing and constantly flashing, from red to yellow, from yellow to green, from green to yellow, and from yellow to red. He looked at the traffic light, trying to connect and understand what the traffic light is about and its meaning. He could not connect to it emotionally but accepted the traffic light as his new friend. “I don’t have time, I must go, I can’t wait, I am in a rush.” he then touched the traffic light, “nice to meet you, nice to see you, I love you, my new friend. I love you.
His concept of time had changed. He no longer had all the time in the world. He wanted to climb the hill and reach its top now as if any moment would be too late. He tried to get to the top of the hill, now, as fast as he could with no delay and with no hesitation. He ran up the hill as fast as he could, as if it was vital to his life.
Out of breath, his feet stepped on the top of the hill. It no longer felt as if the mushroom or the dome were not there on the top of the hill. On the contrary, the power and the beauty were still there, and they will be there forever. He felt the energy caressing and hugging his body, with a wave of love patting his spirit as if the power of holiness is taking hold of his body. He felt he was stepping on holy ground. He felt as if his body was drained out of any resistance. As if giving his soul and his spirit permission to embrace the sacredness on the hill. He felt the smell of beauty, the smell of kindness, the smell of forgiveness, and the smell of love. He felt as if his body is floating above the ground. As if his body connected to the energy that now is running in his veins. As if he and the energy are now becoming one.
He took a deep breath that touched every cell in his body. He kneeled to the ground and gently patted the stones with the palm of his hands. He was taking the time and touching each one of them with love and kindness. He touched the warm soil with joy as if he was touching and petting a living entity. His body was light as the air itself, his body felt like dancing, but his mind did not want to move. He was just there, just in the moment, allowing the joy to cover him up, like a blanket that would cover his warm, kind soul.
After a while, after his body and spirit gave all the love they had to offer, Gilly stood on the top of the hill, he looked around one more time, he wanted to see one m0ore time the mountains around the crater. To remember the wonders of the mushroom dome, how large it was, and how much joy it brought to his soul.
As he was saying his goodbyes, he looked far down to the bottom of the hill, and he froze cold. All the joy he felt seconds ago melted away and disappeared like a wind on a stormy cold day. “What is this” he asked? “it is impossible. It is impossible,” Gilly said to himself again. “What is a house doing there at the bottom of the hill,” he asked himself. His curiosity grew like a fire on a dry field. He felt an erg and a need that was stronger than himself-. “Not only do I need,” he said, “I must go down and explore the house and reveal what it has to reveal.” he put his walking stick under his armpit, “let’s go,” he said in a hurry, “Let’s go.”
He did not expect any response from the stick. It somehow helped him feel the togetherness and the appreciation he felt for the walking stick under his armpit. He felt more potent and more confidant, knowing that the walking stick is with him.
They began to walk down the hill. There was no path, and there was no trail, just hard-to-walk terrain, rocky and hard to pass by. it took a bit longer than Gilly wanted or expected.
Finally, he stood in front of what used to be the entrance door to a two-story house. It was built of heavy rotten dark brown logs of wood. A house that was now in ruins and was about to collapse on itself, but somehow it continued to stay, and somehow held on, and did not fall apart.
He could see through the cracks the thick layer of dust all over the dusty, neglected, old house. He took a trip around the house to learn as much as he could about it. He saw a broken house with no possibility to enter. The front door and the windows were all blocked by debris. He took another trip around the house. To his surprise, he saw light in one of the rooms in the back of the house. He looked at the light and had this overwhelming feeling that the light is calling him to enter. Now he knew that he would enter the house, no matter how, no matter what it will take. He considered the options and decided he will somehow enter the house through the front door even though it looked like a challenging task. Gilly was determined. “It will be hard work. But this is the only way to get into the house. I must get into the house”, he firmly and forcefully concluded.
With his bare hands and with determination, he began to remove the rubble and the debris. Every time he felt that the door is becoming clear, some more debris came down from the second floor and locked the door again. Every time debris would come down from the second floor, a cloud of dust would blind Gilly’s eyes. The house would shake with screechy noises that would make anyone worried, but not Gilly. His hands were scratched and painful, but he never did think of quitting, crosse his mind. The harder the removing of the debris become, the stronger and more determined Gilly became.
Finally, he could take one step forward and enter the house. From where he stood, he could see the light in the room in the back of the house. He moved only two steps, and the house began shaking, rumbling, and squeaking. He did not know where the noise came from, but then he saw very clearly three massive logs rolling down from the second floor. Gilly jumped aside, and the logs landed very close to him, breaking into pieces, causing a gigantic cloud of dust to fill up the air.
The light in the room was now much closer. In his reach, the light was calling him to come, as if it is asking to embrace him. He moved another two steps forward, and once again, the house shook, and a wall close to him collapsed towards him. He jumped and moved away from its path. This time some debris, and dust of many years covered his body. His eyes were burning and itchy, his body was covered with pieces of debris. He took the time to clean his eyes and went back to clearing the path to the room with the light. He was so close and sure that now the path was clear.
As the thought was still on his mind, he took two steps, and a wall from the second floor glided down in front of Gilly, and it blocked the entrance to the room with the light. With his bare hands with no hesitation, and despite the pain, Gilly broke the wall and tore it apart. Now he was a step away from the room, He could enter it, but he did not, “what can happen now” he asked? but nothing happened. “Now the room was clear to enter,” Gilly said to himself. He cautiously entered the room and stood close to the wall if something would go wrong, “what now”? he asked himself. “This house is broken, and anything can happen,” but nothing happened, “I can walk in now,” he said to himself again, and so he did.
The room was almost empty. There was no furniture except a broken table in the middle of the room and two big dirty, broken columns on the floor in the middle of a sea of dust. Gilly looked around to see where the light source is coming from. But there was not a thing or anything that is causing the light to be. It was a puzzle that left him in awe. When Gilly touched earlier the wall behind him, he felt an unexplained warmth. He realized that the wall’s heat and the strong light in the room come from the same source. They are coming from within in the walls in that specific room.
The house shook again, this time stronger and wilder than before. “This house,” he said, “can collapse on me any moment, “it is dangerous,” he said, but he took his time, “I will not give up now. I will not quit.” Nothing happened after the house shook again, only left him with an unanswered question, asking himself. Why was I +brought here? What am I going to see in this empty dangerous house”.
He entered the room and sat on one of the broken columns. Gilly looked around, he wanted to see something, but he didn’t know what it was. He wanted to see something that will tell him why he is in this broken house. There was nothing there that caught his attention. Only now could he see how the light from within the walls shines and lights up the room.
Gilly quietly closed his eyes, bent his head down, trying to relax and calm down, but not for long. A windy cloud, large and noisy, entered the room, circling around and around. Then on the wall in front of Gilly, it created four big frames. They were so big they covered up the hall wall and were made by the same bubbles he knew from the shower in the crater, but this time, they were smaller and did not move around. Now Gilly’s attention was all towards the frames. He was glued to the frames. He was all anticipation. He did not know what to expect but certainly knew that something would happen. With his thoughts still ringing in his mind, a cloudy wind entered through cracks into the room. The cloud circled around and around to get Gilly’s attention until finally disappearing into the big frames.
After a very short while, the frames became a home for four pictures of two boys and two girls.
“My name is Hope,” said the girl on the left. She had big blue eyes and long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail.
“Freedom is a right and privilege. To stand up for yourself, to think, to speak, and not to be afraid.”
Then the Boy beside her spoke.
“My name is proud,” he said. His face was dark. He had an earring in one ear and very short hair.
“Freedom is a right and a privilege. to feel, to choose, to express yourself, and love with no hesitation.”
Then the girl on his left spoke.
“My name is Love,” she said. She had short hair combed to the back with big brown eyes with long earrings.
“Freedom is a right and a privilege. To see, to learn, to accept, and to teach, with nothing but pride.”
Now the Boy on her left spoke,
“My name is Spirit”. His face was bright, with few pimples on his forehead. His long hair was divided in the middle and combed to the side.
“Freedom is a right and a privilege. To say yes, or to say no. To agree or disagree, without being persecuted.”
Then another set of pictures took place.
“My name is poetry”, said the girl on the left. She was black with wide-open eyes, big lips, and curly hair combed beautifully.
“Freedom is a right and a privilege to analyze, to believe, to discuss and seek for Then the Boy on her left spoke,
“My name is soft,” he said. His face was light brown, and his hair was straight and black. His eyes were small and dark.
“Freedom is a right and a privilege. To cherish to adore and to love anyone without being judged.”
Then the girl on his left spoke.
“My name is Happy,” she said. Her hair was shaved on the sides and long on top. It was dyed, in blue and red. She had long earrings in her ears and an earring on her nose.
“Freedom is a right and a privilege. To choose your way of living, to live wherever you want, and be whoever you want to be.”
Then the last Boy on her left spoke,
“My name is kind,” he said. His face was brown with prominent cheekbones. His eyes were wide open, and a heavy chain hung on his neck.
“Freedom is a right and a privilege. To choose your religion and worship your god. Without being told that it is not good enough.”
When the last Boy spoke his mind, the house began to shake again. It shook before, but not as strong and wiled as it did now.
The energy light that made the frames and the pictures left the house, but not the light that was there when Gilly first saw it from the outside.
Gilly was debating whether to leave or to stay, and then the house began to shack again. It shook more robust and more challenging than before; Gilly felt that his life was in danger and had nothing else to wait for. He knew that there was not much time on his hand. Gilly knew and felt that the house was about to collapse on itself. He exited the house as fast as he could. Outside of the house, he realized that he left the walking stick behind, “I am not leaving my walking stick behind. I am not going anywhere without him. He was speaking about the stick as if the stick was a living entity. He ran back to the room, and picked up the stick, and tucked it tight under his armpit. Like he always did, he ran out as fast as he could. Few steps out of the house, he heard a crash that sounded more like thunder. He looked back. The house had collapsed on itself, flattened down to the ground with a heavy cloud of dust that almost reached the sky.
It took Gilly a while to clean his eyes and body; I am not leaving, he said to himself, “I am not leaving till I will see what is left of the house.” He waited till the cloud above the house cleared away by the wind. It was no longer a house. It was all rubble and broken wood.
Amid the sadness, he found a bright light and pure joy. The lit-up room was now high above the ground, much higher than when the house was standing. It stood firm and not threatened. The light was more potent than before, reaching out to the world, to whoever wants to see it, and whoever wants to live by it.
The room with the light stayed high above the ground. Like a beacon for freedom, as if the light of liberty will never, ever, fade away.
The room with the light took all the attention power that Gilly had. He looked at it as if he was enslaved to it, as if he was deeply connected to it as if his mind told him, “cherish this moment as if saying that the light coming from that room, will forever become his guiding light and become his shining torch of freedom
Freedom is everywhere.
Freedom is everything.
Freedom is in everything.
There is peace in freedom.
There is pride in freedom.
There is a voice in freedom.
There is a dream in freedom.
There is hope in freedom.
There is a curiosity in freedom.
There is wisdom in freedom.
There is courage in freedom.
There is a song in freedom.
There is humility and humanity in freedom.
If you want to find it,
You have to look for it.
If you believe it, then it is.
If you want it, it will become.
If you seek it, then it is all yours.
