FUTURE VOICE Magazine I | LOVE – The ultimate Force
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A contemporary fairytale
Prologue
Dark forces of the ancient times have risen up. They seek to subjugate humanity and want to keep it eternally frozen in dark oblivion. They steal people's love. They consume their souls and establish a reign of cruelty.
Many people are already lost. Frozen in fear, they are incapable of love. Seduced by greed, they strive for dark power. Inflamed by hatred, the eyes of their hearts are blinded. Disconnected from their true divine power, they live. Breathe and yet they are soulless.
Those who defy the forces of darkness are few. They are hounded relentlessly by the rulers who seek to destroy them. For those who love possess a special power.
The prayer for Love
And so it happens one day ...
Under the cover of dusk, a delicate figure makes its way through the dense undergrowth of the forest with light, quick steps. Her body is wrapped in a wide cloak, her hood pulled low over her face. Time and again she pauses briefly. Listening. Scrutinising the darkness for pursuers, she believes she can glimpse shadows. Barely audible, she scurries along a narrow, overgrown path that leads her to a hidden clearing in the depths of the forest. Mighty old trees protectively entwine this place. A mysterious energy seems to rest here.
For a moment, the figure pauses at the edge of the clearing and checks again using all her senses to make sure that she is alone. Cautiously, she steps onto the clearing that opens up in front of her and slowly strides towards the centre of the meadow. Her breathing calms down. She carefully pulls back the hood of her cloak. Long dark hair falls in light curls far down over her shoulders. The beautiful face of a young girl emerges.
Everything lies in eerie silence. With deep breaths, she breathes in the fresh air of the clear fall evening. The twilight of dusk slowly gives way to a starry night. Carefully she takes off her cloak and kneels down. Her delicate body is wrapped in a simple white dress. She feels the heartbeat of the damp, cool earth beneath her. The light wind gently strokes her hair. A smile flits across her face. Strain slowly escapes her body.
Lowering her head, she closes her eyes. In silent concentration, she stretches towards the sky.
“My prayer is for love.”
She only breathes the words in a whisper, but her being sends her request full of power out into the vastness.
“My prayer is for love”
repeats the girl almost wordlessly and it sounds like a gentle melody that seems to come directly from her heart.
And with every note she now releases what really rests within her. One secret that she keeps carefully hidden from the eyes of the rulers and the people. A shimmering silvery light begins to radiate from her.
“I am a prayer to remember, to know my being in clarity.
My prayer is for life.
For the free flow of life to gently flood my being with love, abundance, happiness and peace.
My prayer is for salvation.”
She pauses and listens into the darkness. Silence. The canopy of stars now blossoms above her in a thousand twinkling lights.
“My whole being is a prayer to be fully in the light now and forever.
Now and forever, I am a prayer to be one with this great gentle power that lifts me up, that frees me, that unites me, that consecrates me in love for life.”
The radiant glow that surrounds the young girl grows more powerful with every word she whispers to the sky.
"My prayer is that the path may lead me now, to my heart, to my true being,
to the light, free and pure.
My whole being is a prayer to love of being true."
She breathes deeply and calmly. Her body tightens. Sensing the power that begins to flow through her; nourishing her soul, her spirit, her body. A star in the far distance in the sky now begins to pulsate and gathers a special radiance. Its light floods towards the plain. Slowly the girl opens her eyes and lifts her gaze. She sees the approaching light and a certainty grips her heart.
Your prayer for love is recognised. …
But suddenly ...
Stormy winds come out of nowhere. Loud crashes of lightning cut through the peaceful silence. Fog pushes in powerfully and shrouds the bearing light. Thunderstorms rise. A howling sound vibrates through the air, grows louder and brings dark figures. First two, then four and more and more. Quick as arrows, they rush towards the girl. Their faces, ugly grimaces, drooling, distorted with rage. Their bodies are made of the darkest energy. Over and over again they try to pierce the light protection that surrounds the girl and bombard her being with dark energy. …
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