The Seed

September 20, 2024

In the beginning a Seed is planted in the darkest place within. The Seed is warm and happy in darkness, its hard impenetrable shell protecting it from the incessant noise beyond.

Around the Seed things happen. Things come and things go. But things are simply things and are of no great consequence to the grand scheme of life.

The Seed, even in its dormancy, sings a quiet song. Its song is only recognisable to those who can hear, and those who can hear are not yet listening. So, the Seed hums its song and waits.

The Seed is listening also. It is listening to the rhythmic beat of the Heart

that will bring it into being. It is listening for the beat to change, to become the beat that matches its song. The Seed listens and waits, and listens and waits for many, many years.

Sometimes the noise of Mind drowns out the beating drum of Heart. Seed rests deeper into the warm and loving darkness at these times.

Mind drones, and shouts and chatters and twitters and creates many circles for itself to play in. Seed is not impressed by Mind’s ingenious twists and turns. Seed is a simple thing. Seed has a simple mission. And the time is not yet right for Seed.

Darkness rises, capturing Mind in its grasp, suffocating its noise. Seed sighs in relief as quietness descends.

Then Mind cries out. Then Mind runs. Then Mind screams. Then Mind gabbles its madness. Mind gets louder and louder and louder until…

One day Mind is quiet. Seed waits and listens. Something stirs in Seed.

And then Heart begins to beat to a new rhythm. Within the rhythm is Seed’s song. Seed is flooded with Love and gladness and Seed sings so loud that Heart turns it’s Light towards Seed and the impenetrable shell encasing Seed cracks open.

Seed pushes forth and breaks free. Darkness wipes a fond tear of farewell from her face as Seed releases into form.

Mind is curious. Quietly Mind watches and listens as this new form grows up into Hearts Light. And Mind begins to mimic the song of Seed and Heart, to feed Seeds new form with colour and shape and substance.

And soon Seed is no longer recognisable. Seed has become Flower and Heart and Mind rejoice. For Flowers bear Fruit, and Fruit nourishes the whole World.

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By Kirsten Ivatts

Kirsten Ivatts is a guide, mentor and Soul Friend to the awakened Soul. She is an author, interdimensional traveller, galactic shaman, oracle, teacher and healer.
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