Being a passionу one, I indeed don’t just wish for seductive occurrences in my life, I passionately desire them, permeating these desires with energy and love, joy and hope. And indeed, many of them, saturated with these sparkling forces, find the necessary realization in my life, but apparently, those that don’t fall into the hands of the little black man who picks up everything that he deems too important to me.
Even from a banal standpoint… no, not erudition, but an understanding of inner connections, it’s obvious that a desire saturated with joy and light, like golden helium, rises upwards, where it disperses with the glow of blessings and returns to me as a realized phenomenon. If passions are too plentiful, they wither, not yet having been imbued with the purity of thoughts, wilting and spoiling in the basement of the LBM (little black man), bound by the chains of his desires. It’s not surprising that many, sometimes the majority, of seemingly the most sacred desires remain just desires and dreams.
Having analyzed the situation and aired out the basement with the captives, the little black man and I talked and came to the conclusion that the realization of these “mummies” is just as necessary for him as it is for me, because I merely create images, while he produces the passion and power to saturate them. We both fully agreed that it was time to bring the “children of the dungeon” back to life, for which they first needed to be released from there.
I remembered a story a psychologist once told me. It was a wonderful summer day. The windows in his room were wide open, and pigeons gathered on the windowsill. My friend was completely charmed by this sight and began throwing breadcrumbs to them on the windowsill. The beautiful birds gladly accepted the treat.
Then the psychologist’s curious mind proposed an experiment. He started throwing breadcrumbs onto the floor in the room, and the urban birds, unaccustomed to human warmth, suddenly became trusting, flying down from the windowsill to the floor. It seemed they fully trusted the human and could trust even more. He decided to test this and closed the window.
Sensing they were trapped, the birds immediately forgot about trust and began darting around the room in search of an exit. Or rather, an escape. My psychologist friend, of course, opened the window and let them out, but as a reasonable person, he drew a good conclusion for himself… I think it’s clear what it was.
So how do our desires differ from birds? We are all born of the same nature, and its laws apply everywhere…
Work began immediately. At first, the little black man worried about them flying away and never returning – with nothing: neither desires nor manifestations. But I reminded him about the pigeons, and we jointly commanded “Freedom to Yuri Detochkin!” – and went to release the desires. We carefully carried each humiliated and insulted one into the air, revived them, straightened their wings, performed artificial respiration, and released them into the sky.
The process went incredibly smoothly, as desires turned out to have a rare ability to sporulate, and sensing freedom, they immediately hatched from their cocoons and, like magical butterflies, set off on a free flight.
And what! They didn’t fly away! They are mine, after all, my own. Almost blood relatives, you could say, earned… The most coveted ones! At first, they, of course, burst out with a wild whistle, and then, feeling that no one and nothing was holding them captive anymore, released with joy and love, they joyfully and lovingly returned to me, surrounding me in a magical, multicolored round dance.
If only I could convey the excitement and joy that filled my heart! Having cleared out the basement and aired it out, I suddenly felt so… free! Free, like these wonderful shiny moths fluttering around me! The world suddenly transformed – in an instant! Reality became transparent, crystalline, the snowy night Moscow played with colors and lights! In extraordinary excitement, I returned home, noticing that the smile hadn’t left my face.
What incredible happiness it is – to let go! Only by letting go can we gain. Only by releasing phenomena from their grip can we let in what we truly need, because after all, something kept in captivity is like occupying already occupied space. When space is occupied – albeit unrealized, but still a phenomenon, what we really need cannot occupy that space. And often we want what we don’t need, what’s not beneficial.
Only by giving can we acquire… Only by giving…
After releasing the first batch of revived creatures (I should check if anyone was left behind), I suddenly remembered a proverb for some reason and decided it was important. Here it is.
“Kindness is not a piece thrown to a hungry dog. Kindness is a piece shared with a dog when you are no less hungry than it.”
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