Story: The Practice of 8 Keys (Part 1)

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Once upon a time in a place no one can remember a man lay in a prison. This prison was a dark and dreary place like most prisons where people are kept away from things that promote life. They are there for either a reason that is real, for a crime that is unforgivable by a society unable to forgive, or because a corrupt system has to punish those who question its very existence.


This man was in prison because he questioned publicly the right of
a corrupt system to enforce laws that were there to keep a people poor. His innocence was known but he was a symbol who was unwilling to bend and for that his punishment was harsh. He became the form of an idea that saw the old ways of unaccountable institutionalized power come head to head with compassionate community freedom. He knew this and was playing his part because he had nothing else to do but be, and at the same time he yearned to be with the woman he loved.



Each night in the prison he would dream of her. He would imagine
caressing her lovely body in a way that he had done so many times before when he felt the cool breeze of the seashore on both their skins. He imagined her eyes staring at him with a look that broke open vulnerabilities and had him feel a contentment that only comes when you can't imagine anything different than what you are currently experiencing. He would lose himself in the simplest memories of watching her cook or put on a dress.


She was the opposite of his prison experience where every attempt
to bring beauty to the world was crushed by a mentality that sees no value in flowers, dreams, or smiles. Everything in prison becomes another example of showing someone that they have lost their fundamental rights to choose how to live their life and there is someone who has taken over that role.


He hadn't planned to go to prison but he knew he was headed there.
He saw the direction of the world and knew at some point he would have to take a stand in defense of his right to be alive. He watched as the signs and messages pointed to an upcoming crisis and before it really hit he saw a moment to bring attention to the impending last moment where after a series of agreements were in place, there would be no chance of victory. He hadn't planned the moment but it had appeared like he knew it would and that was when he had made his stand.



It took everyone by surprise, mostly him, because he had to leave
everything he knew and loved to become a symbol where his future became completely out of his control. Not that he had ever felt in control, it was just he saw the larger forces in the universe looming on either side of him starting to push in opposite directions and he was caught in between. All he could do was let go and allow what was in motion to occur to its inevitable end. What that was he did not know but he had accepted it. His life and enjoyments had no meaning if tyranny and oppression were not questioned and erased forever.



So as he lay in bed thinking of the woman he loved, he continually
went back to those things that were no longer available to him to experience. He saw so deeply the value of them in a way that he never could when he had the freedom to do anything he wanted at any time. He realized how little gratitude he had had in the very moment he was experiencing these moments. Its wasn't that he didn't enjoy them. He just didn't realize that they may never occur again and to truly embrace every occurrence.


In those moments he thought of his loved one, he would enter a
meditative state and he would imagine that she would come and meet him in dreamtime and they would get to be with one another. It was in such a time that something quite magical occurred.



For there was a special alignment in the celestial heavens and a
faerie who had heard his longing the loudest in the dreamtime came to him one night. She appeared in his mind like a ball of light, her form hardly recognizable as we imagine in movies. The human ability to see faeries had become so forgotten that even children were not able to see them.



She and her kind were aware of the large changes that were looming
on the human horizon. She was sent to him with a gift, a very special gift that if he accepted it would alter not only his life but the course of humanity. It was not often that the faeries would interfere in human matters, but they were coming to point in their own evolution where they needed a little bit of help at the right time in order to pass one of the biggest tests in their short life. They had to cast off the shadows that had been been covering them in illusion as to who they really were. So many entities had been interfering with them and keeping them in a veritable slavery that kept them in a stupor and soon if something wasn't done, they would be trapped in a downward spiral that they would not escape from.



You see a few of the families of the human species had aligned
themselves with off world intruders for as long as one of their histories had lasted. They had programmed the whole species into a belief system that was so distorted that their minds were like programmed machines, believing things that were not true about who they were and why they existed. Their true Divine heritage was lost to them and they had lost contact with their True paths. They did not see this of course and were caught in a continual conflict about beliefs that all contained some truth and some distortion so they were never able to rise above and see the deceptions for what they were.



The man who was in prison who was one who was almost there. He had
never truly accepted the doctrine that was at the base of the culture he was born into. His mind was much clearer for he had done his work to remove the limiting beliefs that kept most of his kind blind to what was happening around them.


The faeries saw what this man had done and what could happen and
felt the sorrow in his heart at being separated from his love. They knew there was almost no end to the amount of suffering that a human being could feel, either self or other generated. It was contained with how they primarily learned and that was through pain. There were other less harmful ways but that was part of the programming that had become a deep imprint in the memory of the race.



So this meeting in the man's mind was very important.



He sensed her presence but had no recognition of who or what she
was. She was not interested in him finding out, just that she received the message. They did have an open telepathic channel and she began to speak to him, all the while being a light in his inner world.



"Hello," she said. "Do not be afraid."



He was calm in his response. "Who are you?"



"I am Gwendelin. I am a messenger who has been sent to you."



"From where?" he asked.



"That is not as important as the message," she answered.



As in a dream he accepted the abnormal a lot easier than he would
in real life. He was not surprised but rather curious. Her voice was melodious and beautiful. He never wanted it to stop. He felt a loving presence that radiated through his whole being.


"What message do you bring?" he asked.



"I have a gift for you. A very special gift."



"What is it?" He felt an expectancy that he had not felt since he
was a child waiting to open presents at Christmas. He was lost in a reverie of bliss. He had no idea of what was happening or why but he did not care. It was a moment that only happens once in a lifetime and he knew this. He knew this was his only time to experience what this was and he fully opened to it.



"It's called the Practice of 8 Keys" the faerie said. "Are you ready to receive it?"



"Yes...I am ready, " he answered with full knowing that his life path would alter forever.