In an ancient land, far away, lived a young child.
One night the child went to sleep and began dreaming. In the dream, the child saw the world in all its perfection. There was love and harmony and peace. The land, the sky, and the water were clean and pure. People had enough food to eat and a secure, beautiful place to live. They were healthy. Everyone was able to read and write. Each person brimmed to overflowing with the opportunity to fulfill their life purpose and vision. People worked at occupations they loved and earned a good and decent living. There was honest understanding and deep respect among all.
Seeing all of this, the child was overcome with a feeling of utter sweetness and excitedly continued exploring this realm, paying close attention to the experience and following where intuition led.
In the morning, the child awoke, ran outside with joyful glee and began telling everyone about the dream. Person after person listened to what the child had to say. But instead of loving and supporting the dream, the people laughed and ridiculed it. “Child,” they mockingly said, “don’t you know? It’s only a dream, it’s only a dream.” They dismissed the child’s foolishness as innocence and naiveté.
The child was deeply hurt. “There’s only one thing I can do to get away from these people and their taunting. I’ll go to my mother’s heartwomb and hide. I know I’ll feel safe and secure there.” So the child entered the heartwomb, curled up, and fell into the sleep of forgetting.
The river of time flowed on and on and the child began re-uniting with the heartwomb.
Then, one day, the child sensed the tingling of an essence, a truthful essence, moving into the heartwomb. The essence grew and grew until the child felt it as a strong presence. The child tried to see what it could be, but there was nothing to see, only a pure presence to be felt. As the child opened to this feeling, the child experienced being understood and nourished by the presence in a deep, profound way. The feeling was of a loving and wise guide.
“Child,” said the guide, “you have been here long enough. Your time in this place has come to an end. You are ready. It is now time to re-emerge into the world and do what you came here to do.”
The child began hearing a melody. It grew louder and louder. It was a wonderful, lyrical, flowing rhapsody. Instantly, the child remembered it. It was “The Song of the Longing.” The harmonies resonated deep within the child’s soul, reverberating in the vastness of the child’s cellular memory.
The child was certain this melody was only within this one heartwomb but quickly realized it was also being heard by others throughout the land outside.
Aware now that the time in the heartwomb had come to an end and yet still remembering the pain of what had happened in the outside world, the child hesitatingly and carefully re-emerged.
Gazing at the outside world, the child saw that other children were also emerging from their mothers’ heartwombs. They were beginning to play and to work. All of them realized that it was safe in the outside world. The child was overcome with a feeling of deep happiness and belonging. The child understood clearly that both the dream and the ridicule were real. The child now knew the purpose of the re-emergence — to work with others, children and adults, to expand the dream to everywhere, always.
And so the child began…
Martin Rutte
