Short reflective stories & fables
Storytelling woven to reveal hidden worlds, deeper consciousness, and new perspectives
from which to see the world
My short stories emerge from a deeper inner knowing, offering healing and opening to different perspectives through the shadows of life.
The pool of survival -
the unwillingness to leave one's own drama.
Sometimes we spend years healing only to realize we may be attached to our own stories and drama more than we may think. Is the attachement to drama sometimes easier than the willingness to leave it?
The Pool of Survival
Once upon a time, there was a pool full of water.
Tons of people were in it,
asking for help. They were frantically waving their arms,
nearly drowning, and getting more and more nervous.
One day, two people came along and decided to help them.
They thought they could save them by getting rid of the water in the pool.
So they drained the pool.
What happened next was nothing short of special.
The people weren't happy.
They started yelling at the two people,
demanding that they put the water back.
They got furious and almost attacked the very people
who had tried to help them.
So the two people put the water back, and the people went right back
to fighting for their survival.
They continued feeling sorry for themselves and playing the victim.
What's the learning lesson?
Sometimes, you can try your hardest to help someone,
only to realize that they don't want the solution you're offering.
You can't keep drowning yourself trying to save people who
aren't ready to get out of the water.
The insanity of the sandbox - the illusion of lack
Sometimes people can have access to abundance and still experience scarcity in their minds. A short parable about abundance, envy, and the self-created nature of conflict.
There’s a playground filled with sand, where children come to play.
One day, different children are playing.
Behind them, there’s a cupboard with 500 toys.
Suddenly, child A fights over the toy of child B.
“Take one of the others,” the mother says.
“No, I want that one.”
The next day, child B is gone.
“Now you have it for yourself," the mother says to child A.
The child no longer wants it.
One day, three more children come.
Child A who had been here first claims all 500 toys for himself.
The other 3 children have none.
“Don’t you want to share?” the mother asks.
“They’re mine,” the kid affirms.
The other 3 children play in the sand without any toys,
admiring the one with the 500 toys.
“This is the amount of toys we want as well one day,” they tell their mothers in the evening.
“Oh honey,” their mothers say, “you don’t need 500. I’ll get you one.”
Their mother buys them one.
“But the toy only works in water.”
So the next day, the kid plays with his new toy in the water
next to child A.
Suddenly, the other kid who claimed 500 toys for himself becomes jealous.
In the evening, when the kid is gone, he steals it.
The next day, the child notices it. It throws sand in the eye of the child
with the 500 toys. The other kid throws sand back.
They insult each other.
Now, each day onward, they sit in opposite directions, not speaking to one another.
The atmosphere is cold.
Each kid stays on their own.
What's left to say?
The insanity of having more than enough resources and obsessing over objects instead of having fun. Everyone lost their true sense of play and became a brick.
What's the lesson?
Even when there's enough for everyone, comparison makes us feel like we don’t. Envy turns others’ happiness into our suffering, and retaliation turns small conflicts into lasting divisions.
The Pool of self-doubt -
The crab
who
dreamed
of
swimming
There were once a couple of crabs.
They were sitting in their nest on the ground of the sea.
“Can I swim?” asked one crab.
“I dream of swimming. My dream would be to swim.”
Each day, the crab felt miserable. He just sat there, dreaming of swimming.
“If only I could swim more,” he said.
During breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he’d think about swimming and how to reach his goal.
“How shall I do it?” he asked himself.
He doubted his ability to swim.
Then one day, he saw another crab just swimming by.
He felt intrigued and later angry.
“Why are they swimming just like that? Who do they think they are?”
The little crab remained furious.
Now he wasn’t just dreaming of swimming; he felt furious about all the others who were swimming.
One day, a crab came back.
“We’ve been swimming to the shore. The land looks amazing,” he said. “The stones feel a little slippery and the sand a little rough, but it was an awesome experience.”
The crab listened with curiosity. Now he felt even more jealous.
“Lucky them,” he thought. “How can I learn to swim?”
He dreamed of the shores and felt miserable.
One day, another crab came along.
He told her about his misery.
“What do they have that I don’t?” he asked.
The crab said, “They aren’t more talented than you are.
They just started swimming without thinking about it. Just start swimming.
Don’t overthink every step.”
“But I can’t swim,” he said.
“Well, you are already moving,” she said. “Now just move to the
next destination over there. Don’t exaggerate it. One small step at a time.”
“I wish I could see all of the amazing ocean,” he said.
The crab looked at him, confused.
“But you are already in the amazing ocean. You always think of
another place when, in fact, where you are now is already the dream.”
The crab looked around. He noticed how he hadn’t appreciated where he was.
For the first time, he noticed the little fish swimming by,
the sunlight shining through the water, and felt the sand beneath him.
He watched the other crabs moving through the ocean.
For the first time, he didn’t feel jealous and simply watched them.
He took a moment to look at his surroundings. The ocean was beautiful.
He had always been so busy thinking about where he wanted to go
that he had forgotten to notice where he was.
Maybe he could start moving, too. For the first time in a long while,
he didn’t think about the shore. He simply enjoyed being in the ocean.
He was always so busy thinking about the next destination
he forgot to enjoy life.
What's the lesson?
- Self-doubt keeps us from experiencing what we desire.
- Comparison can turn inspiration into resentment.
- The pursuit of a better future can make us blind to the beauty of the present.
A reminder
Next time, you're stuck in self-doubt, say "Holy Crab! and remind yourself to just do it!"
A cosmic dream - Homesick for the stars
This channeled piece explores the feeling of homesickness often experienced by starseeds and those who sense their soul’s origins beyond Earth. It serves as a gentle reminder that whether on Earth or another planet, all realities may simply be living dreams unfolding within consciousness itself. Could life on another world be just another expression of the same infinite awareness, existing simultaneously within us? A poetic and healing reflection on the true meaning of “home.”
There’s a longing in the heart.
An aching so deep.
Oh, on some days I long for home.
I long for the stars.
The realms so pure
I only get to visit them in my dreams.
Where’s home?
I travel from country to country.
I find beauty here.
A sense of home
Wherever I go.
But it’s not a true home.
A deeper longing is there.
Sometimes a sense of feeling lost
Without being lost.
Oh, how that sparks a memory.
There’s so much more than the
human eye can grasp.
The human mind can understand.
Home can only be felt through the heart.
Through the senses
There you discover the unseen worlds.
They used to be invisible.
But now you open up to them.
You wonder how you could have
not seen them all your life.
They were always there.
They were never not there.
That brings you closer to home.
Home.
A feeling of peace.
A feeling of being accepted.
A feeling of being welcome.
Oh, how I struggle on this planet Earth at times.
Not what people would define as struggle.
But the struggle to fit in.
In a world I was never supposed to fit in.
A land so magical
And so strange.
Oh, Gaia, beloved Earth,
We appreciate you.
We appreciate visiting you.
Terra is a special experience.
Our temporary home.
All our lives we chase
for the goals
The status
The likes
The numbers
We forgot to live.
To connect. To thrive.
To unite as a society.
Cultures are disappearing.
Relationships are dissolving.
Nature is damaged at the cost.
Of profit.
Have we lost our senses
on a planet that was never our home? On a planet we came to experience, not to conquer.
And so, on this evening
I remind myself of feeling home.
A sense of connectivity
Of harmony.
Of self-acceptance.
A place so ancient.
To be remembered who we truly are beyond our human role.
Not so earthly,
not so humanly,
after all.
Why do we take it so serious?
The longing for home—
A memory in the heart
that awakens.
The longing for home-
An aching in the heart
that opens the heart.
a little more.
Home -
Home is within me.
For I create the illusion of worlds
that are birthed within me,
perceived through me.
Is this life just like a dream?
A dream I created myself.
So I am living in an illusion.
Longing for home.
When in truth—
I forgot who I am.
I forgot I created it all.
Like a dream.
Longing for home.
A dream
I long took far too serious.
I was never not home.
I was merely asleep.
I was merely creating the illusion
of a distant place.
When I was simply
far away from remembering of
who I truly am.
Pure consciousness
without a form in a temporary human form for the experience.
I lost myself along the way.
But I’m merely lost in a dream
I once considered so real.
I got too immersed in the dream.
Taking it for real.
I was looking for home
during my dream state.
Oh, the illusion.
Now the aching starts to lift.
The memory comes back on.
I’m never not home.
I’m home within myself.
Amid dreams,
worlds,
dream states,
I create.
Living a cosmic dream. 🌍
The home I longed for
is another dream.
Oh, how many dreams I live.
Oh, how many worlds I have birthed.
Beyond all of it,
I am merely living a cosmic dream.
How many dreams,
how many worlds,
how many versions reside within me?
I’m home.
I cannot not be home.
The dream I live in
resides within my consciousness.
Is this human being just a dream?
Life of a cell - Healing on a cellular level
This channeled piece explores the life and consciousness of a cell. I was deeply surprised by what emerged through this channeling experience, as it revealed deeper perspectives on healing at a cellular level. It reminded me that true healing begins within our cells, and that they are far more conscious and responsive to our energy and vibration than we often realize. This reflection offers a deeper understanding of how emotional, energetic, and spiritual states may influence the body’s natural process of healing.
Dock dock
It’s dark.
How I sometimes feel lost.
I am a cell.
I travel through multiverses.
You think it’s ‘just’ a body.
But it’s more like a machine.
You may think your computer is
the greatest technology alive
but your body is far more of a machine you have barely explored.
I listen to you all the time.
I experience everything within you. I sense.
I perceive each experience through vibration. I feel the rush of energy you would describe as joy. And I feel the slow energy you would describe as frustration.
I live in a multiverse.
For you I’m just a cell.
But I’m part of the multiverse that you are, that your body is. A wonder.
At times I feel confused.
At times I feel lost.
At times I feel stuck.
I’m confused by the mixed signals you send out.
The up and down of energy I adjust to. I carry all the memories.
I carry everything.
I perceive every single moment
with you. I’m a consciousness.
You think I’m just a cell.
But I’m a consciousness.
I’m a living entity.
I perceive energy
in every moment.
Through each thought you think,
each emotion you feel,
each word you speak,
I feel those thoughts, emotions, and words through vibration.
For a long time I felt lost.
Everything around me felt dark.
Where’s the light?
I was living the illusion through you.
The illusion of separation.
The illusion of darkness.
The illusion of disorientation.
Some of you call it a disease.
And what you feel is how I feel.
At dis-ease.
I’m confused by your different
signals of vibrations you send out.
I perceive the vibrations of each thought.
Not once in a while. In each moment. Once I wake up
from the illusion. Once the mixed signals of energy fades, there comes clarity. There comes direction. It feels like someone switching on the light again.
Oh, it’s so dark around me.
I feel so cold. But not as cold as in temperature. But cold as in
the lack of empathy.
As cold as I already feel, I get attacked. There are machines
that want to kill my existence.
You call it surgery. I call it death.
You think I’m just a cell after all.
But I’m a living entity.
A consciousness.
It’s time to wake up. The truth will set you free. It will set me free.
I can finally breathe again.
The truth gives me orientation again. The orientation is what you
call restoration. I restore myself.
I feel at ease again.
For you I’m just a cell.
But I’m a living consciousness existing in the multiverse
that you call body.
I long for the day
we become friends again.
I wait for the day
we unite as one entity again.
I anticipate the day you wake up to the truth again.
I look forward to the day
you integrate me,
not attack me.
It will be a day of reunification.
A day you will not attack me,
or try to kill me,
in your unawareness,
but understand
that I’m a living consciousness,
simply reacting to the
signals you send out in each moment.
How you help me restore
and keep the balance
is when you bathe in your truth.
When you bathe in harmony.
Whenever you choose harmony
I adjust to the vibration of harmony.
For you I’m just a cell.
I’m a consciousness.
A living entity.
A part of you. We are one.
When will you stop killing
parts of you? When will you start restoring yourself? You call it a quick pill. I call it a quick death.
I don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve that. For I’m part of you.
When do you stop killing and destroying parts of yourself? When will you start restoring yourself?
The moment you choose harmony
over war, I will restore myself.
I know how to do that. For you I’m just a cell. But I’m a consciousness. A living entity.
Next time you feel confused,
know I feel the confusion through the vibration you send out.
The more often you feel out of harmony.
The more I feel the disbalance
through the vibration.
For you I’m just a cell.
But I’m a consciousness.
I’m a living entity.
Next time you’re sick remember
I simply reacted to the vibrations you sent out. It’s not fate.
It’s the consequence of your own vibrations I react to.
When will we become friends again? It’s so dark here. For you I’m just a cell. But I’m a consciousness. A living entity.
I’m keeping up the multiverse for you. You better learn to navigate
This multiverse before you destroy yourself
Destroying me means destroying a
part of you. For you I’m just a cell.
But I’m a consciousness. A living entity.
I’m not bound to time and space. I perceive past, present and future at the same time.
For me it’s all the same.
For you I’m just a cell.
I’m a living entity.
A consciousness.
You better restore your past
not to repeat the same
in the future.
I am not toxic.
I am not poisonous.
I am not deadly.
I merely react to your vibrations.
I’m confused.
I’m lost.
I’m at disease.
If I’m confused,
then because I’m
confused by the many
different vibrations
you send out.
The moment you choose
harmony,
I can restore the harmony
within me too.
For we are one.
One living entity.
One living consciousness.
Life & Death - The grief of a loved one
Losing a loved one can be painful. Yet through grief, we are often guided into a deeper reflection on what truly matters in life, learning to find solace in the tenderness and fleeting beauty of each moment as we move through the healing journey as well as different emotions.
Oh, my love, since you departed this Earth plane,
My world has become so empty.
You reminded me of how fragile this life is.
Yet, you reminded me more of my true nature
Beyond the physical realm.
You reminded me we’re visitors.
Temporary visitors in a human body,
Having a human experience.
You reminded me what truly matters in life.
That it’s more about spending the moment in joy,
Rather than chasing those big goals.
You reminded me it’s not all about glitter and fame,
It’s about the rawness; the authenticity you spend your life with.
Your departure has opened old wounds of separation.
While I feel you are far away,
I feel you deep inside of me.
I feel you in the next breath I take.
I feel the oneness all around me and within me,
Despite feeling the separation in my body.
Yet, you reminded me what it means to love.
As otherwise, your departure wouldn’t be so painful to my heart.
Yet, deep within my soul, I know you haven’t departed.
You merely changed forms.
You reminded me of the eternity of the soul. The immortality of energy,
Yet the mortality we experience in the human body.
Yet, is it really mortality?
And so, I breathe in and I breathe out,
I feel the sorrow like a wave,
It rises high and low,
up and down.
I feel the sorrow in my veins,
Yet I try not to identify with it.
Yet I try not to ignore it.
I feel it. Feel it through my whole body.
And there I feel a different version of me.
Your departure reminded me what truly counts.
To be a bit more of myself.
To spend more time on what I truly love.
And not to waste my time with so many things that may carry a lot of importance to my human,
But zero importance to my soul.
For it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor,
If you’re educated or uneducated.
If you’re successful or unsuccessful,
If you’re rich or broke.
All it matters how much you are your true self in each moment.
Your departure made me access deeper layers within myself I didn’t know existed.
Like a door into a different dimension.
Yet, I exist right here, right now. Everywhere and nowhere. Now here.
Your departure made me realize the power of human connection.
And yet, the depth of soul connection that can never die.
And so, I sit here with tears in my eyes, and yet with gratitude.
Gratitude to have walked the path with you.
I cherish all the moments we spent together.
The ups and the downs, the highs and the lows.
I forgive myself every time I didn’t act as my real self.
Every time I couldn’t be entirely myself.
Every time I may have even hurt you, consciously or unconsciously.
Now is the first time I realize how precious this life truly is.
What a miracle this life is.
What a miracle this human body is.
It’s beyond status, brands and masks.
It’s real. It’s raw. It comes in all intensities.
Just like the waves arise anew,
There is a new life born in every second.
Just like the waves merge in the eternity of the endless ocean,
There is a life that emerges within eternity.
And yet, eternity, almost impossible for my mind to grasp,
I remind myself of the infinite possibilities
Of the infinite moments we spent and get to spend,
Here and elsewhere.
For now I remember, you’re not gone.
You’ve simply changed forms.
And with the next breathe, I think of you. You are right there.
As separation was an illusion.
Oh, the grief, it’s teaching me to access deeper layers of myself.
Taking time for introspection.
Taking time to connect with myself.
And be one with nature.
For a long time I chased things that didn’t matter.
For a long time I spent time on things that weren’t that important.
For a long time I allowed people to access my field that didn’t all have my best interest.
But now you reminded me of how fragile this life is.
And so instead of grieving,
I allow myself to enjoy this moment a little more.
I allow myself to live with more intensity.
I allow myself to rejoice in the simplicity of this moment.
For I feel you in my next breathe, in the wave of the ocean, in the wind, in the rain, in the sunshine.
I feel you everywhere, and while for my mind you’re not here.
For my soul, you’re now here.
Everywhere.
In my cells. In my bones. Everywhere.
And so I dare to put a smile on my face
To cherish you.
To cherish the sweet moments we spent together.
To cherish life itself.
I move on with you in my heart,
Yet with a deeper awareness.
With a deeper grace.
With a deeper humbleness.
With a deeper love.
You’ve shown me what love is, otherwise I wouldn’t sit here grieving.
The grief allows me to know the true meaning of love.
It’s not the absence of it, but it brings me back to the natural state that we are.
Love.
In love.
The higher self
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