The mirror disappears, and the cave transforms into something ordinary, and this makes me feel that I am not supposed to stay there any longer.
Although I do just that – I stay, and I let it sink. All that I’ve learned. All that I’ve been up until this point in time. Then I start to look around. What now? Feeling relieved and thankful I climb the stairs only to come out to an entirely different setting: the garden that blossoms in green and unique colors!
I am in awe once again, and I slowly walk against the house, finding it not only open but with a porch as well. I hear birds singing and music of plant life. When I come to the front of the house, I see the snowman and the little heap from before, still standing there – now looking like glass.
I am about to go to touch them to find out when I hear a familiar voice.
“Well done! The first of three! That is always the most unfamiliar and scary one yet you did it like you’ve had no problems with those before?”
The mysterious man is back, standing on another porch at the front. The doors, which weren’t there before – are wide open, and I see curtains blowing in the wind that I cannot feel.
I focus on the question. Suddenly I hear myself answering him.
“I have… done a lot of self-development in my life. Because I’ve had to. It was about survival, but I didn’t know that at the time. Now I know that it was all about being able to stand through the pain.”
He nods. I know that he already knows, but I don’t see why I think that.
“In your perspective, it may look like that, yes. Since the living humanoids on Earth cling to every breath they are given – as is the point, too – they do have that tendency to feel that all is about survival – when fear kicks in.”
I continue to stand there, silent. Reflecting on his last sentence, when he speaks again.
“Did you know that your fireplace is still crackling in your Christmas Corner?”
I raise my eyebrows. This was supposed to be about my Christmas Corner, and here I stand in the middle of a bloomy garden. I know that snow is my personal preferment, but anyhow I find it odd.
“Why not go inside and talk about it?” He says, leading me the way in with his arm.
Cosmic Backyard’s Christmas Calendar 2017:
Christmas Corner Part 9