The Language of the Angels

The man was watching the stars without understanding them. “Maybe there are there for a reason and not only to close the eyes and sleep afterwards. Maybe they speak, not with words but through their twinkling. Could this be the language of the angels?” he thought. And then, little by little he went to sleep, but still remembering the lights. In the depth of the night, he started dreaming and dreaming: He dreamt that he was traveling in a ship, which was navigating in a very vast, deep and dark sea. He wanted to reach those lights that in his dream, had transformed and were pearls. And he was saying: “They must be wonderful and very valuable jewels” And he kept traveling in his dream, but the lights seemed to move away and he was unable to reach them. His heart was filled with anguish and becoming smaller, while his longing would grow and grow. Then, he thought: ” These pearls of light must be a treasure of the universe. They probably belong to the God of this unlimited abysm. How foolish of me to try to reach them! Maybe I should only be happy by watching them.”  And he kept looking at them, while the ship kept traveling through the darkness of the night.
After many hours of looking and looking, he woke up. There were no stars and the dark mantle had disappeared. And he thought: ” Maybe all that was a dream, or only my imagination” The day passed by and the night arrived. The lights in the height turned on again. And he thought: “Maybe there are other worlds, same as this, but with lights as the ones we have here. But, who will know for sure?” And he tried to find out. But he lived in a very small and poor town, where there were no many books to read. Only a few, covered with dust and mold. But he could not find anything about the subject. And the man saw his longing to reach the stars, as a challenge and he thought: “Well, maybe there are some lights that are not that far away. I will climb a very high mountain and I will reach the star and it will be mine, I will know its secret and I will have its treasure.”
He started walking and climbing, trying to reach the top of the mountain and when the night arrived, he saw there, in front of him, the worthy and wonderful lights, which were filling the sky. Of course, the man by moving away from the lights of the city, was discovering even more stars now. But he reached a point, where he could not climb any more and he only could contemplate. With all the effort done, he felt tired and he lie down by the side of the path and he went to sleep. In his dream, he saw a long path, where other persons were walking by and reaching the stars. Some would come near them and touch them, while others would take the stars with them.
He wanted to talk and to say many things, but was not able to talk. He was like paralyzed and dumbfounded.
His shout was through the silence. And the silence was his company. Then, it happened what always happens when the effort and determination are great and true: The true light of the Spirit comes to man to give him guidance and consolation. Since he was very worked out and with a great feeling about the stars. He was ready to listen. He was in silence and in his silence, he heard: “Oh mortal of flesh and bones. You will never be able to reach the stars with your arms, no matter how much they expand through the night. But there is a secret that will take you near the stars and will make you one with them.” And the voice kept saying: ” The stars are reached, not by catching them, but by loving them. Just love them and they will be so near you, that you will not believe it.” And the voice disappeared.
And the one who was listening said: ” Well, it was ambitious on my part, to pretend possessing that treasure. I will be happy by loving them. But I have to make this love sincere and not short lived. I will see if in this way, I will be near these wonderful lights” He then, sat and started contemplating and loving them. Since he was in the top of the mountain, most of the townspeople, gave him as lost. But he kept on loving and loving the stars, through the night.
When the day came, he closed his eyes and he started contemplating them inside and he thought: “Love is the key” And he kept on loving them for a long time, so long that he forgot about time. And then all his life, he contemplated them. During days, months, years, until the time came, when he said to the stars: “I am a star now, and is not because I want to catch them, but because I share the light of its Love. Now, the stars are in me and in everything”
That man had discovered the principle of Prayer. And this is also the beginning of this treatise in the form of narration. PRAYER, is the source and is the foundation of unity.

Author and Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
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