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For those of you who have not had a chance to read this pleasant short story.
Here it is again.

The Travelers A Spirirtual Journey Copy. 2010 by Efs Chromium

The path became worn from the many years of pleasure seekers that would venture off from the Americas and other foreign lands in the quest for a piece of their missing self. By the time they reached high upon the mountain side, the night sky began to disappear bringing forth the birth ...of a new day. The travelers were now able to look down at the pristine valley below that was layered in a delicate cloth of soft white flowers. This view had allowed for an appearance of being amongst the clouds and closer to heaven’s gate. A spiritual journey and traveling on this path was an indicator of all things good. It took courage and certainly was not for the faint of heart. A presence was realized of one’s perception of reality. Clarity was found in the chosen direction and of the healing that came with each tired step forward. For the altitude made breathing uncomfortable and frequent stops became a welcomed guest. A moments chance to reflect on an adapted new lifestyle. Going back was not an appealing option for they were now only a day’s journey away from their utopic destination.
From amongst the trees that guarded the tired and snake like path produced a man in his formative years. Clothed in a sheer plane linen robe, clean face and shaved head. The man possessed an aura around himself that could be seen and felt by the tired travelers. As if a breath of fresh air had found its way into their lungs, each took notice of the new energy that was given to them.

He carried with him an inviting smile and a carved wooden bowl that was held close to his heart. The travelers looked at each other with amazement, for they wondered and asked the questions of whom he was and where did he come from. With his caring wide eyes and great lovable smile he answered their questions. Though, the man did not speak, but instead raised his arms to the sky and motion around to the beautiful view that surrounded them.
He then attached the bowl to a beaded chain that was wrapped around his robe and walked towards the travelers. One by one he placed his right hand on each of the traveler’s heart and placed the other on his own. Each saw and felt one’s life filled with images and the different emotions that came with those images. An exciting encounter with this strange visitor had now been exchanged for a quiet and solemn feeling. Each of the traveler’s true identity had surfaced and now became a private moment of reflection for each of them.

One by one, they came forward and confessed to the human inequalities that made up their lives. With an outpouring of grief that had been attached to a selfish existence and leaving each in a state of bondage within. Nonjudgmental, the man listened with careful intent to each of the traveler’s desperate and pleading words. All along bending and nodding his cleaned shaved head and accepting their words for forgiveness with a smile. He motioned them to sit in an area on the path that seemed to be made for occasions such as this. A semi circle, free of rocks and with a smooth surface that was covered in a comfortable light green colored moss. He then took his position and sat down in front of them. He looked at each of the travelers with a calm and inviting presence. Extending his hands off to the side and then motioning to the travelers to take each others hand into their own. He gently took the remaining two hands and began to chant a mantra in a language that was as old as time itself.
The travelers could feel the mantras energy fill their entire body with a steady vibration that resonated in their heart. A very comfortable and peaceful feeling which had now became forever a part of their very existence.

The morning had now brought with it a tranquil orange glow that canvases the sky. The sun, slowly rising between the two mountains on either side of the valley below had become focused on all things living. As if guided by prayer, the rising sun produced its magnificent energy. Showering itself upon the man and the travelers as they peacefully sat. They were now experiencing the universal gift of warmth and knowledge that had been provided by the heavens and allowing for a much greater insight into oneself. As if a great burden of life’s chosen paths can now be understood with clarity and the sense of calm.

Facing towards the morning sun, one by one the travelers slowly began to open their eyes. Each turned and looked at one another in quiet disbelief to what had just transpired. A transcendent feeling of belonging to all and until now, not belonging to anything. A realization that in life, walking on a chosen path carries with it a certain consequence that cannot be denied. The morning sun had now risen to meet the travelers. The glorious sunshine with its warm and golden color had now begun to bathe itself across the mountain. Spreading its cosmic rays across each of the traveler’s consciousness and into the very essence of their spiritual self.

On this path and the experiencing of all life’s pleasures, the travelers soon realized that the old man was not sitting across from them any more. Though, what could be seen was the man’s aura and it did not change color or form. They quietly stood up. Being fully conscience to what had taken place along with the concept and understanding of universal laws. They reached into the old man’s aura only to disappear and received their missing piece of self.
Life’s gift is not at the end of the journey, but is found on the path along the way.

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In 2011, take a close look within self and recognize your true creative self. Peace♥

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Thanks to everyone who has read "The Travelers..."
I hope that you had gotten something out of the short story and found " a piece of your missing self ." If you would, please pass this on to others ...Thanks.

Find a piece of your missing self with a gift to all my friends. Enjoy the short read.

The Travelers A Spirirtual Journey Copy. 2010 by Efs Chromium

The path became worn from the many years of pleasure seekers that would venture off from the Americas and other foreign lands in the quest for a piece of their missing self. By the time they reached high upon the mountain side, the night sky began to disappear bringing forth the birth ...of a new day. The travelers were now able to look down at the pristine valley below that was layered in a delicate cloth of soft white flowers. This view had allowed for an appearance of being amongst the clouds and closer to heaven’s gate. A spiritual journey and traveling on this path was an indicator of all things good. It took courage and certainly was not for the faint of heart. A presence was realized of one’s perception of reality. Clarity was found in the chosen direction and of the healing that came with each tired step forward. For the altitude made breathing uncomfortable and frequent stops became a welcomed guest. A moments chance to reflect on an adapted new lifestyle. Going back was not an appealing option for they were now only a day’s journey away from their utopic destination.
From amongst the trees that guarded the tired and snake like path produced a man in his formative years. Clothed in a sheer plane linen robe, clean face and shaved head. The man possessed an aura around himself that could be seen and felt by the tired travelers. As if a breath of fresh air had found its way into their lungs, each took notice of the new energy that was given to them.

He carried with him an inviting smile and a carved wooden bowl that was held close to his heart. The travelers looked at each other with amazement, for they wondered and asked the questions of whom he was and where did he come from. With his caring wide eyes and great lovable smile he answered their questions. Though, the man did not speak, but instead raised his arms to the sky and motion around to the beautiful view that surrounded them.
He then attached the bowl to a beaded chain that was wrapped around his robe and walked towards the travelers. One by one he placed his right hand on each of the traveler’s heart and placed the other on his own. Each saw and felt one’s life filled with images and the different emotions that came with those images. An exciting encounter with this strange visitor had now been exchanged for a quiet and solemn feeling. Each of the traveler’s true identity had surfaced and now became a private moment of reflection for each of them.

One by one, they came forward and confessed to the human inequalities that made up their lives. With an outpouring of grief that had been attached to a selfish existence and leaving each in a state of bondage within. Nonjudgmental, the man listened with careful intent to each of the traveler’s desperate and pleading words. All along bending and nodding his cleaned shaved head and accepting their words for forgiveness with a smile. He motioned them to sit in an area on the path that seemed to be made for occasions such as this. A semi circle, free of rocks and with a smooth surface that was covered in a comfortable light green colored moss. He then took his position and sat down in front of them. He looked at each of the travelers with a calm and inviting presence. Extending his hands off to the side and then motioning to the travelers to take each others hand into their own. He gently took the remaining two hands and began to chant a mantra in a language that was as old as time itself.
The travelers could feel the mantras energy fill their entire body with a steady vibration that resonated in their heart. A very comfortable and peaceful feeling which had now became forever a part of their very existence.

The morning had now brought with it a tranquil orange glow that canvases the sky. The sun, slowly rising between the two mountains on either side of the valley below had become focused on all things living. As if guided by prayer, the rising sun produced its magnificent energy. Showering itself upon the man and the travelers as they peacefully sat. They were now experiencing the universal gift of warmth and knowledge that had been provided by the heavens and allowing for a much greater insight into oneself. As if a great burden of life’s chosen paths can now be understood with clarity and the sense of calm.

Facing towards the morning sun, one by one the travelers slowly began to open their eyes. Each turned and looked at one another in quiet disbelief to what had just transpired. A transcendent feeling of belonging to all and until now, not belonging to anything. A realization that in life, walking on a chosen path carries with it a certain consequence that cannot be denied. The morning sun had now risen to meet the travelers. The glorious sunshine with its warm and golden color had now begun to bathe itself across the mountain. Spreading its cosmic rays across each of the traveler’s consciousness and into the very essence of their spiritual self.

On this path and the experiencing of all life’s pleasures, the travelers soon realized that the old man was not sitting across from them any more. Though, what could be seen was the man’s aura and it did not change color or form. They quietly stood up. Being fully conscience to what had taken place along with the concept and understanding of universal laws. They reached into the old man’s aura only to disappear and received their missing piece of self.
Life’s gift is not at the end of the journey, but is found on the path along the way.

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