The Metaphor

“I ran away. Far, far away from you Father,” cried the Son. A deep stone had been unturned. “I ran away because I sinned against the One that had loved me the most. No one adored me the way you did,” he pleaded. “Your wholeness completed me and I felt like I had sinned against Heaven itself.”

Tears streamed down his face. The pain buried long ago had been stirred, an ancient hurt almost lost forever, now being remembered. Not only did he run away from God, but he also tried to throw away the memory of Him as well. For the pain was too much to bear.

“With each step further away I went, the faster I began to run. For fear of what I had done. And so, I got lost, with new each dawn, the darkness grew even darker if that is possible?” He ran into the forest of fear, each jump he took, the pain within ached harder. Nothing he did could ease the discomfort, why would it, when he had thrown away his One true love? He searched frantically for ways to fill the valley of darkness, to heal the void within his mind, but nothing worked. Punishment stalked him, why wouldn’t it, when the guilt of what he had done circled like a hawk! He believed he had thrown God away, the One that gave him everything. He was the ungrateful child. And when he did ran, he lost who he was. For without God, there was no Son.

“Father, I ran from you because I was afraid. You had given me everything, and I sinned against You. I wanted all glory to be my own. I secretly desired your throne.” He cried as he was perched on his knees in prayer.

God felt his remorse, but knew that what He created could never be separate. He would never lose the Son He loved.

"My Precious Child, please do not be afraid, for I would never leave you.” God’s Love filled his body. The tension of tears softened, and his deep desire to return to the Perfect Love of the One that only knows of goodness was made clear. Tears kept streaming, for his pain was evident. The Father had not forgotten the Son.

“I left you to dream, but I was always with you, watching every moment the belief in sin came to taunt. I held you close when I could see the pain of punishment. I wanted to intervene, but I did not wish to frighten. For you were running from me. I waited for you to return, knowing that one day you would wake.” God whispered His melody of Perfect Love. “It is a dream my Child and when you awaken I will be near. I would never leave you. Even if you think you have sinned against Heaven, you will always be my innocent Child that I Love, for we are One.”

“What do you mean, dream?” he questioned back. “It is not real my Child. You are dreaming a dream that separation from Perfect Love is, in fact possible, and that death can destroy. But I am your loving Father and nothing can touch your perfect being. For what I create can have no end.”

“What is happening?” he asked confused still. “You are awakening to truth,” God granted. “Peace will protect you, love will lift you and blessings will be bestowed upon you. Do not fear my Child, for Perfect Love is what is calling you Home.” He fell to the floor. Tears of sorrow turning miraculously into waterfalls of gratitude. He understood now that God is all there is, so when you do not have God, you actually have nothing. “Thank you, my Father, for always being greater than me.”

Much love, peace, and Truforgiveness,
Tash xxx