Once upon a time, there was a princess. She lived in a castle far away by the sea, where dragons used to dwell. One day, the princess threw a pebble from her castle window down into the green-blue sea below. “Oh dear!” cried the princess, as ripples deeper than the waves spread in perfect rings from her pebble. “My treasure is lost forever.” You see, quite by accident, the princess had cast this pebble which contained the greatest of her treasures into a sea which she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt would tear it apart and leave it empty and hollow. So the princess dove into the sea, and felt in the waters around her the whisper and shout of a thousand hurtful words, all screaming:
“My heart is torn! There is a hole in my heart!”
The princess cried out and held out her hands, and there was darkness in the palm of her hand. She covered her ears, but there was still much screaming rushing in her ears. She shut her eyes, and yet there was still the sight of tears falling from a drooping seaweed. She was afraid, so she rushed up to the surface, screaming:
“My treasure is not worth the pain!”
Just as she reached the sunlight of the world above, she heard the sound of wings on water, of poetry, of an angel’s kiss. “Thank you.”
Again, “Thank you.”
“Thank you…. thank… you…..”
“For what?” The princess said. “Who are you?”
“We are the crying ones beneath the water. You left us a gift. We thank you… thank you…”
“What gift? I left you no gift!”
“The pebble. You gave us a pebble which encased a grain of truth. The truth has melted away the mud which bound us to the sea floor. Do you see what happened to us now?”
The princess looked around. “I do not see you.”
“We are no longer the waves of the ocean, tossed by the foul wind. We are creatures of the air now. Your gift is freeing us. We thank you… thank…”
Their voices faded off into the sound of the wind over the water.
The princess looked into the sea. Her treasure meant so much to her… to give it up would spell doom, wouldn’t it?
She had let her treasure go, but had it really left her?
My translation of this story: What is a treasure, really? Is a treasure something we have to keep, or is it the gift that we’re required to give away?
More often than not, I’ve discovered that the truest treasure is one that is not meant to be kept, but rather to be given, shared, grown. That’s what the pebble is in this story – the gift that the princess had to share.
The Sea Where Dragons Used To Dwell is an untamed wilderness of lost souls. The Princess didn’t realize as she fell into the water how dark the darkness of the unsaved is – it wasn’t until she felt her gift, her treasure slipping away from her, that she was willing to plunge into their midst, and she was shocked at what she found. Such pain and darkness… what could she do? Only escape.
Next, she tried to rise to the surface and retreat from the forces of darkness that she was so desperately afraid of. But other forces were at work, because she had, in her insecurity and humanity, her weakness and nonunderstanding, left her gift behind, the pebble.
That gift was truth. That gift was love. That gift was peace. That was the start of the freeing of the souls trapped in that sea.
Once again, I leave you with the same question: If I let my treasure go, have I really lost it?
Grace always,
P.S. Thank you to Colin for making me explain the parable. I didn’t stop to think how confusing and downright weird it is. I hope you enjoy the translation. -C.
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