The Key
Once upon a time there was a young boy who saw the world through different eyes and felt the world from a deeper place. The young boy felt separate from others, as they seemed to feel things in a less intense way than he. When he made eye contact, he made soul contact and therefore sought the gentleness of candlelight. When he cut himself, he bled from the soul, not just his skin. When harsh words came his way, they hit his heart, not just his ears.
When he turned 13, a beautiful woman with hair like a raven, and eyes like
sapphires appeared in his dreams and led him on a wondrous and magical journey. He had many questions for her to answer, as she told him that she was the Seer and that he had known her in a long ago lifetime and would know her again. When he asked her his most urgent question, “Why do I feel things so differently from other people? Why do I see into other worlds, bleed so deeply and feel so alone?”
The beautiful Seer rested her compassionate eyes on his earnest, sensitive face and smiled. She reached into her velvet cloak and brought out a golden box. She placed it before him and instructed him to keep it safe. For inside the box, was the key that would open the door to all the power in the universe.
“You may look into the box and touch what is inside, but the answers will come when you are ready to know. Until then, the door will remain hidden from you."
The beautiful Seer rested her compassionate eyes on his earnest, sensitive face and smiled. She reached into her velvet cloak and brought out a golden box. She placed it before him and instructed him to keep it safe. For inside the box, was the key that would open the door to all the power in the universe.
“You may look into the box and touch what is inside, but the answers will come when you are ready to know. Until then, the door will remain hidden from you."
With that, the dream ended and the boy awoke, feeling more alone than before. The only person that seemed to understand how he felt was a vision in a dream. As he sat up, his eyes were drawn to the bedside table. A golden box sat there, glistening in the candlelight. He held his breath, slowly reaching out to pick it up, and fearing it would disappear.
It was the box that the Seer had given him in the dream. So, she was real!
He opened the box with trembling hands and found a smooth stone on which was written the word, “MAGIC”, and also an ancient key to an unknown door.
Every day for 20 years the lad held the key and the stone, and wondered. Through many years, countless lands and cruel crusades, he searched for the door that the key would open.
After conquering kingdoms, earning much land and many titles, at the age of 33, it came time to be a husband and his powerful family chose him a wife from a neighboring kingdom. His father sought the advice of the wizard, knowing that his son had shunned love in favor of his passionate search for a hidden door that seemed to have eluded him. The wizard brought forth the dark-haired daughter of a Lord and a Sorceress and she had the gift of Vision.
The father led his son to the room where the damsel waited, knowing that she was the one that the young man should marry. The young man entered the room, and felt quickening in his blood as his gaze froze on the raven-haired beauty with sapphire blue eyes. She seemed familiar. She rose and offered her hand.
“You have waited many years to choose a wife my lord.” She said.
“I have been consumed by a quest,” he replied.
“For what have you sought all these years?”
“For a door, for a very special door.”
“What lies behind this door, sire, that you should search for so long?”
“Behind this door lies all of the power in the universe.”
“But how will you open this door when you find it?” she asked.
“With a key, a key that was given to me by a beautiful woman in a dream long ago.”
“Where do you keep this key?”
“In a golden box.” The young man led her over to his altar table where the box lay. If this woman could understand its importance, then perhaps he could share his life with her. He lifted the silver key from its velvet bed and laid it in her hands.
“It’s beautiful, is it not, my lady?”
“It is magic my lord.”
He watched as a tear fell down her cheek and she trembled slightly. “But, my lord, how could you not know of the door for which this key was made?”
His eyes narrowed, “What do you mean? Tell me what you know!” She held the key between her fingers and gently leaned toward him, placing her palm with the key, over his heart. He felt a searing heat that seemed to burn through to his soul as a brilliant white light, flowed into his heart, filling it with a sense of divine peace.
"What is happening to me, what have you done?”
“My lord, the magic stone was to tell you to keep faith, and believe in the realm of dreams come true, for this is the key to your heart.”
“It cannot be, I was told that this key would open the door to all of the power in the universe.”
“And so it has sire, for the greatest power throughout the universe, is love.”
It was the box that the Seer had given him in the dream. So, she was real!
He opened the box with trembling hands and found a smooth stone on which was written the word, “MAGIC”, and also an ancient key to an unknown door.
Every day for 20 years the lad held the key and the stone, and wondered. Through many years, countless lands and cruel crusades, he searched for the door that the key would open.
After conquering kingdoms, earning much land and many titles, at the age of 33, it came time to be a husband and his powerful family chose him a wife from a neighboring kingdom. His father sought the advice of the wizard, knowing that his son had shunned love in favor of his passionate search for a hidden door that seemed to have eluded him. The wizard brought forth the dark-haired daughter of a Lord and a Sorceress and she had the gift of Vision.
The father led his son to the room where the damsel waited, knowing that she was the one that the young man should marry. The young man entered the room, and felt quickening in his blood as his gaze froze on the raven-haired beauty with sapphire blue eyes. She seemed familiar. She rose and offered her hand.
“You have waited many years to choose a wife my lord.” She said.
“I have been consumed by a quest,” he replied.
“For what have you sought all these years?”
“For a door, for a very special door.”
“What lies behind this door, sire, that you should search for so long?”
“Behind this door lies all of the power in the universe.”
“But how will you open this door when you find it?” she asked.
“With a key, a key that was given to me by a beautiful woman in a dream long ago.”
“Where do you keep this key?”
“In a golden box.” The young man led her over to his altar table where the box lay. If this woman could understand its importance, then perhaps he could share his life with her. He lifted the silver key from its velvet bed and laid it in her hands.
“It’s beautiful, is it not, my lady?”
“It is magic my lord.”
He watched as a tear fell down her cheek and she trembled slightly. “But, my lord, how could you not know of the door for which this key was made?”
His eyes narrowed, “What do you mean? Tell me what you know!” She held the key between her fingers and gently leaned toward him, placing her palm with the key, over his heart. He felt a searing heat that seemed to burn through to his soul as a brilliant white light, flowed into his heart, filling it with a sense of divine peace.
"What is happening to me, what have you done?”
“My lord, the magic stone was to tell you to keep faith, and believe in the realm of dreams come true, for this is the key to your heart.”
“It cannot be, I was told that this key would open the door to all of the power in the universe.”
“And so it has sire, for the greatest power throughout the universe, is love.”
by Amahra Jaxen - Copywrighted 2001.
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