Mandala's Story

God once watched children playing in a garden somewhere. Then he had an unusual idea: to give a breath of life to a soap ball, like one of those that animated that sunny afternoon. This soap ball, however, would see life as it is seen through the eyes of a child ... but a child who never grows, keeping her essence intact, the divine flame burning eternally in itself, without ego manifestation, of feeling possession, vanity, or jealousy ... Simply Being ... Then, under his thought, the soap ball dilated, gaining form, until it was delivered to the wind, like a birth that finally comes to an end. God wanted more and gave her a name, just in case one day someone would want to talk or write about it; Man needs names to remember the stories. The name was Mandala, because it reflected all the colours that He had invented in the creation of Life and Art. And Mandala flowed freely, shining under the sun. She felt the gentle push of the wind, and the breeze dancing in its round contours, and it made her float with joy. At that moment she ran the world, reflecting in herself the green of the fields she visited, the blue of the seas she contemplated, daring even to play in the dance of the waves ... How beautiful nature was! She felt the beating of the earth’s heart, and witnessed how this pulse joined the sky, creating a flow of energy that fed her and made her go further, more and more connected with what was around her. Mandala did not think because it was just a ball of soap. But Mandala could feel and rejoice, leaping from place to place, among the leaves of a tree, among the people who walked, fleeing from a dog, a cat, a bird, the curious hand of a child, but without fear, because she knew that we are all the same, and that same is the Whole, and the Whole is the beating of the heart of the Universe, which never stops, never dies ... She saw the sunrise, and she also saw it die to the horizon, which remained full of life with the wonders of the night, which is beautiful too, only in a different light. She also saw another birth, of the Human Being, and also saw him die; and realized that in the opposite poles, those of Life and Death, there is a continuous flow of a journey made sometimes of flesh and blood, where we forget our essence. Running the world Mandala witnessed its perfection, and that God had done nothing in vain. She also testified that Man is his own enemy and, that all the evil that had found its place in the world to live, was not the result of the punishment of a spiteful God, but the natural consequence of the choices made on the earth plane;  it was the natural flow of cosmic energy at work, in a fair cause-and-effect game. This was the reason for the self-destruction of which she was a witness , but it was God the One who took the blame ... Mandala observed all this, but without judgment, revolt or criticism, because Mandala only existed in a permanent state of peace and harmony. She saw wise men trying to reach that fullness, but she had an advantage over them: she was the fruit of God's sweet imagination, yet it was not made of flesh and the feelings that come along with that condition. She was conscious only of her essence, and her connection to the Whole was full. She did not need anything, she wanted nothing. But life is fragile as a simple soap ball, and earthly experience has a limited time. Mandala knew it, or rather she felt it... She floated, floated, until she left herself be caught by a child's hand. She saw herself reflected, for seconds, in her eyes, and all her own colours and nuances. And so she ceased to exist in the earthly dimension, gently ... to return home, amazed to have known one of the many faces of Eternity.