World view, inspiration, self-help
Little gifts of healing through stories
Wilhelm sat opposite the high window of his study. The sun was about to go down, and already its last rays fell into the room. The rays suddenly grew paler, as if they lost their power. Then, with one last effort, it all of a sudden disappeared behind the sea horizon and dawn entered the room filled with many books and instruments.
Wilhelm was a researcher who set himself the goal of bringing help to suffering humanity for their many physical diseases. A warm human love filled him since his childhood years. He had never tolerated a stronger boy tormenting and abusing a weaker one, but he would step in between them like an avenging angel and trying to wrestle his bearer to the ground or to lecture him about his wrongdoing. No, he could not stand it when a weak man had to suffer for the sake of his weakness and when the stronger thought he had to assert himself with his elbows.
Everyone has to be left the right, everyone has to be given the opportunity to assert himself in the hard daily struggle of life that has always been his belief. "Do we know why one is strong and radiantly healthy and the other deformed or weak from a young age? There must be a reason, but we humans are far too small and ignorant to find out and our only job is, to help the weak to help so they can experience a share of the beauties and wonders of life, and not have to stand aside from all their lives, in sadness and bitter feelings. "
Thus he had turned to the most unlucky of men, those who were hindered by the use of their limbs, who could never move, who always were depended on the help of others. How hard was a lot of these people! Day after day they had to lie, the arm or the legs unable to move to feel desperate and helpless.
Wilhelm stretched his youthful, strong limbs. He wanted to continue working this evening, he did not feel tired yet. He reached for his microscope. There was a drop of blood in the fine instrument, which he examined carefully. Deceiving seemed to him the moving crowds in this drop of poisoned blood. Countless tiny creatures spread themselves out in it, they lived their lives in it, constantly multiplying and sucking all life force from the blood and thus from the body of the patient.
"Why did God create these enemies of humanity that make them ill and poison their lives?" he had to think again. He could not answer that question, it seemed to penetrate too deeply into God's plan of Creation, "into which we will never have an insight," the researcher told himself, and his hand sank almost despondently onto his table.
But then he kept thinking, and it was as if his thoughts did their own thing, taking their own paths. He just had to follow. He had given them the direction, but now they had become self-sufficient and ran away from him as if they were also living beings like those under the glass of the microscope. With the naked eye, the little living world was not recognizable. Enlarged often, they suddenly appeared as a terrifying reality.
"Should it be similar with our thoughts?" Wilhelm suddenly had to think. "Are they also alive to the point that they have their own lives and we cannot hinder them to go their chosen paths?" And when they have found the right breeding ground, they multiply, they divide, they produce children and grandchildren, and become a power that we can no longer master. "
Strange thoughts gathered in him, and while he was still searching for the truth, his eyes closed and he fell asleep. When he awoke, it seemed to him as if he were in a vast dark room. He could not see where he was, whether it was in another country or an area above the earth. The latter seemed more likely to be the case. It was as if all the dark space floated in the air, and it was filled with a faint sound, like many buzzing wires that carried on certain tones. Each wire swung in a different key and tone, and all together created a tangle of sound that appeared chaotic. Suddenly a voice rose. It shouted, "Okay, get in line!"
Then the sounds joined together so that there was a common sound that amplified many times. Now only one sound was heard, and it swelled to huge roars.
Again the voice sounded:
"Now go on the wanderings!"
The sounds moved out of the darkroom, weakening and fading away. Only the keynote remained the same. It was not long before the room filled up with new sounds that sounded just like the old ones. They seemed to float along the thin stream. They first got confused, then regrouped to a consistent tone, were sent out, and others followed.
The thin wires that Wilhelm could barely see attracted the sound, apparently. They guided it and then sent it away. "Where are the sounds going to go?" Wilhelm asked himself. And as if he had spoken loudly, the commandant's voice answered: "They go back to the one who sent them out, but then they have become much more vigorous and stronger and the one who sends it has to listen to it more firmly than when he sent them out."
"What's this all about?" Wilhelm had to think. And again the voice of the invisible speaker replied: "It is fair, it gives back to everyone what he sent out, and he has to accept it because he was the author."
Was it the same with all thoughts? Wilhelm asked himself, and the answer was: "With all, only the very weak thoughts fall to the ground and pass away, all the others run here into the cave of the tones, where they are ordered and always the same arranged on the same wire." Then they return to the person who sends them, but stronger than before! "
Wilhelm put his ear to one of the wires and listened to what was heard here. But what did he have to hear? Terrible it sounded! It always sounded like Fear, Fear, Fear!
"What are the people afraid of?" thought Wilhelm.
The answer gave him the next wire, on which it always sounded like "Terror, Terror, Terror". This wire was particularly busy. Countless people had to be connected with both wires, but more with the second one than the first.
"That's horrible!" thought Wilhelm. "I want to hear what the other wires say."
He put his ear to many wires, but he did not hear much good. "Stay away from me!" was a very thick, loud sounding wire. Another sounded like that: "That's mine, I'll take it!" and another one: "Hate, Hate, Hate!" This wire hissed as if it were hot, and lurking next to it: "I envy you, I envy you, I do not give it to you, I do not give it to you!" Wilhelm shuddered. Was there no love, no help, no honest request here? Was everything just turned to destruction?
Here he had to go, he could not stand it any longer. But one hand pushed him further, deeper into the dark room. He had to listen, whether he wanted it or not, and he heard: "I have to put an end to it, I do not want to live any longer!" From many thousands of human hearts, this idea seemed to hurry towards this room, because when the sound was barely abated, it came back even stronger. "No," said Wilhelm loudly, "do not put an end to life, that is cowardly and useless. Do better, do better!" And he leaned over the sounding wire and called with all his strength, "Do better, do better!"
But it did not help much. Many human voices continued to be heard in this wire, and he could not silence them. But now he was able to loosen himself, he left the dark cave and breathed fresh air outdoors again. Where was he? He saw the earth deep, deep beneath him. From her, delicate threads rose up to him, sounding, talking threads, all of which went to the great room he had just left. Many beings hovered in the air and let the threads slide through their hands and lead them to the dark room. "Why do not they rip the threads simply apart, why do they let them live?" Thought William desperately. "If they stay alive and return to the people, then it never ends! Never an end….., "he heard moaning voices, and he saw tears fall from accusing eyes, and the tears fell like gobs of rain on the ground, and when they fell, they burned the earth, the grain withered, and the people had to suffer from hunger. "Oh, could I only help!" Wilhelm thought, completely inspired by deep compassion. "What can I do to remedy this?"
Then it came to him: "You have to send out thoughts of love, they are stronger than the thoughts of despair, they will overcome them and give new life to the people."
"Thoughts of love", Wilhelm woke up with these words. He was still in his study, the lamp burning quietly on his desk and the microscope in front of him. The clock showed midnight, but he was not tired at all.
He went to the window. A few hours ago, the sun had set, and now the moon was already up in the sky. Stars shimmered through torn-open space.
Stars, light also in the night! "So his searching thoughts formed." To light in the night, that should be my task from now on. What good does it do if I strive to heal the sick bodies, and the souls are even more diseased? And how can they get well, if evil thoughts emanate from them? First, the people have to think differently, then the body can be well. "
With this realization, Wilhelm took a new path. Now he was no longer just exploring the lives of man's small enemies, who nestle in his body and kill his life. He researched above all: What kind of human being are you? Have you connected also to the dark wires up there? Do you send them reinforcements? Then - and that was the frightening news - then you also strengthen your enemies in you, because they live on the dissonance in you, and dissonance is in you, as long as you forget the love. Only love brings everything in harmony, but hatred attracts the brood of evil.
Wilhelm became a soul researcher, and this study brought him deeper into the mysteries of God and the life He created than all his earlier studies. He now recognized the connections that exist between soul and body, how delicate threads run back and forth between the two, on which power or weakness is carried on.
"Harmonize and heal your soul, so heals your body," he now said to his students and friends. But very few understood him. For most of them, the body was a thing in itself, it could suffer and get sick, then it had to be cured. But the soul had nothing to do with it.
One day Wilhelm discovered that his hands could transmit healing power when he prayed to God for it. So he started to visit sick people and laid his hands on. Often he would do that in silence.
One day Wilhelm had a strange experience. He came to a boy who was unable to move due to ongoing illness, lying pale and indifferent on his sickbed. No loving encouragement wanted to help him, he warded off everything. It was as if all the comforting words slipped away from him and did not enter him.
"Since when is he like that?" Wilhelm asked the crying mother.
"For three days," she responded. "He read a story, then he cried violently, and since then, not a word is to be brought out of him."
"What kind of narration was it?" Wilhelm researched, and the mother brought the book.
When the patient saw the book, it shuddered through him, and he closed his eyes.
The mother opened the book.
"Here it is what frightened him so much," and her finger pointed to the conclusion of the tale.
Wilhelm read. It was the story of a Roman man who, in the persecutions of Christians in ancient Rome, had set fire to the pyres on which the Christians were burned. He had done it without pity, had delivered innocent people to the fire death because he was commanded.
"A gruesome tale," Wilhelm said. A shudder came over him, too. "No wonder that Herrmann took it like that, woe to those who are indifferent, who yield to such works of cruelty!"
Then the boy cried out and shouted loudly as he squirmed: "It was ME, I was this Roman man!"
"But the child," said the worried mother, "how can you believe such a thing!
You are not living in ancient Rome, these times have long passed. And besides, it's just a story. "
"It's the truth," the child cried excitedly, and the tears ran down his pale cheeks. "I was Lucius and put the fire to the stake, so I have to lie here now and be in pain, now I have to endure what the unfortunates had to suffer at that time, O help me, help me!”
He fell back exhausted. Wilhelm bent over him and stroked his hands over his heated forehead. He was deeply shocked. The boy's words sounded so genuine, so out of the deepest experience. They spoke to him, he could not help it, and he had to believe them. But how could he help the unfortunate boy? Because he wanted to help and had to, he had come to.
A hot request rose from his heart, and in answer, he thought he heard the words:
"Love heals all wounds."
Then he leaned over the boy and repeated urgently what he has heard.
"Love heals all wounds"
"Do you really think I can be forgiven?" In disbelief, the boy looked up at Wilhelm.
"Love heals all wounds," he repeated, and he went on: "The love of God is unlimited, it can do anything, she can make you a new man if you follow it, let that Love lead you to Thoughts of love, love of your neighbor, love of God, seeking to reach God with your love, He will help you. "
Gratefully, the boy looked at him. A glimmer of hope rose in his eyes. "I want to try it," he murmured, then fell asleep exhausted. Wilhelm liked to visit this patient often. Often he would sit by his bed while laying his Hands on him and watch the boy's face revive, as it did with an inner life that gave him strength. He suppressed any complaint not to frustrate his mother, he tried to cheer her when she wanted to be sad about his suffering. He was the one who did not give up hope. And one day he received the reward - the limbs began to stretch, it twitched and tingled in them, life returned. Slowly, very slowly, Hermann recovered, and now he had one wish: to help others, as he had been helped. Over the years, he became a helper, as was William, and he became a blessing to many. He broke his old guilt and became a happy person.
But Wilhelm did not rest until he had researched where it came from, that the lots of people were so different, that for some it seemed there was only happiness and health, for the other only suffering. And he found that all people were connected to fine threads that they had spun themselves, and that bore back to them what they themselves woven into it. "Illness and need should not exist at all," so went his thoughts and continued to seek a way to God's love and justice.
But if our soul is healthy, then it cannot create anything that is sick, but what has the ability to keep the soul healthy in itself? That was the most important question on which everything depended on, and the answer was love, the giving of love, How simple was the recipe, it did not cost any money, it was not achieved by extreme or expensive cures, it only cost effort.
But as a reward, it also made people happier and happier. Researching means penetrating into the secret relationships and connections, remember that! You will still encounter many of God's secrets as you go through your life. Then ask yourself always: what does the Creator want to tell us here? What does His Justice say, what does His Love say?
And now you want to know why this narration is called "Sunset", right? That's the way it is: The sun of love gives us life. If it goes under, we must perish. Hold onto that thought forever!
Copyright Edeltraud Grace
Series: Telling stories to share little Healing Gifts
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