The sacred flower

 Just as I arrived I met Sananda, he greeted me and we started walking. He told me he was going to give me the lesson of the sacred flower.

  So we went for a walk in the gardens of Shambala, full of flowers, orchids, roses, flowers of all shapes and colours…they moved in the breeze and their perfume pervaded everything. Sananda recited:

Flowers are the expression of God
They accompany us with their colours
They surround us with their perfumes
Like pieces of the Creator
They appear among weeds
Or in tended gardens...

  It was so pleasant to walk around the gardens... then we reached a dome that looked like a greenhouse. Inside there were many beings made of stars working, they were going from one place to another looking after the plants.

 The flowers in this place were different. There were a lot like soft crystal; transparent with pale colours within and they were very alive.

 We walked among the flowers and we arrived at a pond with huge transparent water lilies in shades of violet and pink floating on its surface…

 Sananda walked at my side as slowly as Raphaela, as if they were floating or meditating.

 Then we reached a place in darkness where there were phosphorescent flowers that had light within them.

 The workers went from one place to another singing and watering the plants with a transparent liquid, like water that was overly pure and crystalline that made a tinkling sound.

  Sananda asked me: - Do you like it? . And I replied that I did, a lot…

  Then he took me to a flower that he called “the flower of paradise”. It was an enormous flower, its petals opened and expanded, inside there were more petals and further inside still more…  giving rise to a mandala of colours, violet, yellow, orange, red and many other shades that grouped together making whimsical shapes full of beauty and harmony…  Sananda told me to watch and calm my mind...

   I was contemplating it in that state when I saw the suffering of the world appear in its shapes...

As if its petals contained the people of the world that were crying or ill or with problems of hunger, or suffering aggression of all types… they were all crying and asking for help.

  I felt very sad and I looked at Sananda anxiously... He looked at me and he was also sad, we both turned to look at the flower of paradise again, I didn’t dare say anything, I was afraid to ask…

  Then Sananda told me:

The same as this very special flower
Must we also be
We have to learn to contain suffering
And transform it into drawings within us
Like the conscientious work of the petal
Which shapes itself with human suffering
Designs full of wisdom and compassion
Because life will not change
But we must do so
And take the suffering as our own
And keep it in our hearts with humility
It is the decision of the Father Creator
That is why the flower is so sacred
Because it has learned to live and to be
With the suffering of others within it.

 Sananda made a sign of worship to the flower and we withdrew from its presence. My heart had become tight, but at the same time I felt as if I had understood something very deep...

 We crossed the gardens in silence and Sananda accompanied me to the entrance and embraced me. I closed my eyes and I felt like a child hugging someone they loved very much…

  Sananda stood back from me a little and in a quiet voice he whispered this message in my ear:

Remember that your heart is a flower
Don’t let it ever lose its perfume
Love it and look after it with great care
And offer it to all who need it...

  Then I slowly went away from the gardens and from Sananda, I slowly separated myself from the Kingdom of Shambala. I realized that I was saying goodbye, that for a time I would not be returning to this wonderful paradise of learning and goodness…

  And that is how it was. They informed me that, for the moment, this would be my last visit. In any case, the intensity of this magical place is very great and I need a time to digest the process I have entered into.

  All my love to those that share my travels and my work with me…

Nyako Nakar