Wntzar’s Rose

Wnztar found a blue rose hanging in the mist of the frozen forest. This was a sign. A life amongst the frost and frozen ground. Wnztar loved the cold. It brought calm, stillness and quiet. You can hear your thoughts and find peace.

Wnztar chuckled to herself, “Peace when the world was at war.”

Wnztar clasped the rose “Why do some hunger for everything, including world domination. Why when we all die just the same. Power in life does not give you power in death. The true gift would be to help people reach their greatest good and make sure everyone has an abundance. Isn’t it better to die knowing you had a fun-loving life? That you were a good person?” Wnztar paused, but the rose didn’t respond.

She turned to the river and stared at the water too long. It pulled her in and hypnotized her with the whirling of the currents. She was transported to another place.  A crooked tree was growing out of a rock. A beautiful reminder that we too can grow from an impossible situation. A cloaked person appeared from the tree, “There are treasurers all around, you have to present in order to see them.”

“It is hard to see treasurers when you are at war.” Wntzar shouted

“Let the little hiccups of life go and focus on the good, the great!” the cloaked person muttered, “She is mighty, strong, has a little fear, but pushed on. You are here to bring peace. The peace God desires. Too long people have not grown from one life to the next. Your job is to help guide them along or in some cases push! We are all capable of goodness and have the ability to reach the highest level. You will persevere.”

Wntzar stood in silence staring, as the cloaked figure made their way through an opening in a stone. A large stone with a small crack, but for her it was a door way. A door way to a secret place. A place of growth and love.

Wntzar broke her hypnotic trance a turned to the blue rose, “I just received a message.”