STORY ABOUT THE SAGE

When Mariel woke up, he felt that this awakening day will be extraordinary. He stretched, got up and went to the kitchen to pour water into the pan to make cacao. He pulled out a small piece that smelled of chocolate, travels and adventures. He closed his eyes, inhaling the wonderful scent. He felt bliss, relaxation and love. “Yes, this day is amazing!”, he whispered to himself. “As amazing as everyone I have experienced”, he added. While the cocoa was simmering over the tiny fire, Mariel pulled out his yoga mat and did his morning practice. He enjoyed those special moments in the morning, when the sun peeked curiously through the window or a little pee was landing on the windowsill. He was enjoying the bird tricks coming from outside the window. He sang a thanksgiving song at the top of his voice. His voice was loud, but clear and joyful.

People liked Mariel for his wisdom and calmness. They trusted him. He often said that he’s made up of many human secrets. He felt filled with them, sometimes too much. Mariel was telling everyone that he needed to turn to smoke then and gone for a few days. People didn’t know what he meant, but they trusted him and gave him space to be alone. They knew that after all this time, Mariel mysteriously became even more listening and giving apt remarks – lessons. “Or is he really turning to smoke?”, everyone in his village wondered. “Maybe he is between us then? Invisible, watching, attentive to everything and everyone. He wanders like a snake. He wraps its invisible body around us, senses the slightest murmur of the heart, recognizes emotions that hide secrets? ” These were typical conversations in the village on the days when Mariel left to turn to the smoke…

On this extraordinary day, Mariel was on his way to his solitude by the river. He passed flower meadows, sat on the shore and remained silent. The trees waved their crowns lovingly to him, little tits flew and sat on nearby branches, watching him with interest. The silence he was filled, growing thicker in him with each breath, and it gave him relief from the buzz of secrets he had heard over the last time. Mariel listened to the sound of the river, trees, the buzzing of bumblebees and bees, he sensed the sweet smells of flowers from a nearby meadow. He felt bliss, peace and love like when he smelled a piece of cocoa in the morning. He felt he needed to cleanse his energy and body. He lit a small fire on the banks of the river. As the fires danced merrily, he picked up the old thick shell that always accompanied him. He put a bunch of white sage on it and set it on fire. The sweet smell faded slowly. Mariel inhaled it quietly, closing his eyes, spreading the smoke over himself with a small feather. The smoke wrapped around him like a hazy snake. It coiled around his legs, arms and torso up to his head. Mariel disappeared into the smoke, turned into him. As he flew up he felt a deep connection with the energy of the Universe. He sent gratitude and received gifts. He asked questions and he got answers. Everything in the rhythm of his heart. He felt the secrets entrusted to him leave his body, making space for a greater sense of himself. He felt lightness, purification of soul and body. He felt inside him more capacity for joy and more energy. He was grateful that he had his own cleansing ritual and that he cared about his well-being. It is about paying attention not only to the secrets of others, but also to your feelings. “Giving attention to yourself is just as important in the daily practice of life,” he would say to himself. “It’s important to be able to withdraw when you feel too painful or tired. Be with yourself, with your emotions, feeling in the body. I am extremely grateful to the Sage that gives me the opportunity to cleanse what does not serve me. It’s important to turn into the Smoke sometimes.

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Fairy tales written by Kamila Satya, a very talented Witch, who knows.

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