The Dandelion

Blow your hardest, she said, let all the fairies go free into the world.  I held a dandelion, drawing my breath back, I blew, and all the fairies floated away. I wished hard and hoped that it would come true.

The fairies flew all over the garden, landing on the grass and the other colourful flowers in the garden.  I’m wondering when my wish would come true, she said.  As I took in the colours of the surrounding flowers in the field.  I wonder if they whisper to the other flowers to help with the wish.

The energies of the blooms and colours emanate a force field of dreams that only you and I can understand.  As we blow the fairies out to the world, we wish them well on their journey. The journey to provide enlightenment and peace to all who have fought the good fight.  The ones who wish to release themselves from the past traumas that hold them back.  The ones who wish to shine a light on others, to show them their path, and the ones who still hold the energies that need to ground into Mother Earth.

Each fairy holds a piece of God’s soul, it’s an incarnation of the highest glory.