In continuation of the previous posts and as a response to questions and comments, here is the following short, but wise and instructive story in the first person.
About how the leaves are kind, or how an ordinary tram ride turned into a magical adventure.
Once, I was returning home from a country park. It was a beautiful autumn day and, while walking down the lanes, I picked up a big armful of bright red and yellow maple leaves for my wife’s bouquet.
Happy to be in touch with nature, I got on the streetcar.
As usual, I put energy protection, disconnecting and shielding myself from what’s going on around me, as if I was watching a dream.
The emotional atmosphere in the car, in contrast to my mood, was heavy to the point of being creepy.
Surrounded by dejected faces, as if they say, how can one smile, how can one rejoice, when such a load of problems hangs, one is left only to grieve over the failures of this dreary life.
These were the thoughts and emotions that the Subtle parasite, which feeds on the strength and emotions of the people riding in the streetcar, inspired.
The eyes of all of its victims were lifeless.
Many passengers sat and looked at their smartphones, narrowing their consciousness, further helping the parasite to devour them…
Suddenly, at the next stop, a girl entered the tram.
I immediately felt a wave, the familiar sensation of meeting someone who is on the same vibration as you.
She entered, and the heavy, oppressive atmosphere began to recede, but not for long, again enveloping the newcomer with its entire mass.
The girl didn’t use any protection, and little by little the parasite started to syphon out her vital power… The sparkle and liveliness of her eyes were gone, and she was put in the same basket…
I see all this and realize that I am watching her life forces being robbed, and her emotions of joy are being destroyed under the pressure of a general oppressive mood.
Well, I think, no, not this time. The decision came spontaneously.
I took half of the bouquet and gave it to her, saying: I congratulate you on a beautiful sunny autumn day and share my good mood with this bouquet!
And suddenly sincere joy appeared in her eyes, joyful happiness, and she too took her leaves and also gave half of them to the person standing nearby and said: together with these leaves I share my good mood.
And he, too, began to pass some of his leaves to the other, and the other to the next, and so on…
These red and yellow maple autumn leaves now became a symbol of good mood, joy and victory over the gloom and hidden anger, scattered suddenly all over the salon.
The situation was quickly defused, changed to an atmosphere of joy, the whole streetcar salon was smiling, children were running around, giving leaves to aunties and uncles, getting involved in the game, and somehow everyone felt happy at once.
But no, it wasn’t everyone. Nearby, in dissonance to what was going on, loudly to the whole tram, suddenly began to pontificate a man about 60 years old who was silent before.
What about? All about the same we all hear every day on TV: life is shit, the government is shit, there’s no money, it’s bad now, and it’s going to get worse…
And he said it with glass eyes and a face like a zombie.
No one listened to him, but that didn’t embarrass him, and there was a clearly perceptible wave of hatred and negativity coming from him and filling the entire streetcar.
I looked at him and understood what has happened. The parasite had recovered from the first shock and went on the attack, taking complete control over the poor man.
I had never seen such a vicious zombie look and face before.
The man in front of me was a victim, whose consciousness the predator had completely taken control of.
I said all this to the girl, explaining his behavior and pointing at the man, being somehow confident that she knows or guesses what I was talking about.
The flow of words from the man got angrier and more profane. His eyes completely expressionless, glazed over.
To prove my words, I run my hand right in front of his eyes several times. He didn’t see my hand, had no reaction, and continued to spew nastiness.
The girl was shocked of what was going on and by the sight of the zombie, especially when I almost closed his eyes a second time and he had zero reaction.
But the parasite could never seize the initiative in a new way and gobble others.
I got off at my stop, as usual, and thought how an ordinary tram ride can be instructive…
so beautifuly said… everything I tried to say differently. Best way to say it