A Channeled Christmas Story

The channel wanted us to end this session with an illustrative little tale, so we shall oblige. This is not a Christmas story, per se, but we think it reflects the spirit of the season.

MICHAEL: During one of our incarnations — never mind when precisely — there was a little girl from the far side of our village that carried water each day to her aging parents. She walked to the river every morning and several hours later could be seen trudging up the hill to her distant cottage, balancing two pails of water connected by a leather strap that hung around her neck. The weight of the water was often more than her frail body could handle, but she braved the burden with a determination that made everyone in her village proud of her devotion.

One blustery morning, when splinters of dust felt like broken glass, the little girl fell into the river and drowned. Her body was never recovered and all that the villagers found were two pails of water resting on the bank.

To honor her memory, the villagers volunteered each day to continue in her place, and when it was our turn to carry the water for the little girl, we eagerly scaled the hilltop to her cottage. We were surprised, however, to find the place in disrepair. At that moment, we knew the other villagers had guarded the secret: her parents had been dead for many months and the little girl had only been watering the flowers around their graves.

Just as she had done, we lovingly splashed the thirsty perennials with water. But there was something strange about the flowers. The blooms grew larger each time we doused them, and like memories, they became stronger when nurtured.

It was at that moment that we understood the little girl's perseverance: she knew that her love for her parents could never die as long as their memory still bloomed in her heart.

Now we do not suggest emulating the overzealous preoccupations of the little girl,  but at this time of year when the air grows cold and life succumbs to the shadows of winter, it's comforting to reflect on the connections you have with those still with you, as well as those from the past  — for the flower of the soul blooms forever.

We will now conclude this session. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

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