This little story about a golden child came to me basically in a day-dream. That might sound a bit weird but, even weirder, I feel like a voice inside me is insisting that I write it down. So here it is. This story has been inspired by The Story of the Golden Buddha and several things I’ve read in books by Neale Donald Walsch recently (haven’t written reviews on these yet). I hope you enjoy the story.
A little story about a golden child
There once was a golden child that existed in a golden world. Everything, absolutely everything, was golden. The child knew it was golden too because it was told it was so. It was told stories about how special it was to be golden, but it didn’t feel special because every single thing in this world was golden.
One day this golden child went to one of the elders and said that it would like to really feel what it was like to be golden. It would like to have the feeling of being special. To have the feeling of seeing the magnificence of its golden-ness. The elder told the child that in order to have this experience, it would have to go to a world where “not-gold” exists. It would also have to forget that it was gold at first. The child’s gold would have to be camouflaged so that it didn’t know it was gold. Then, at some point it could discover that it really was gold, and experience the feeling of awe and wonder at the magnificence of its golden-ness. That’s the only way to gain this experience, the only way to really have the feelings and emotions derived from the wonder of its golden-ness.
Unfortunately, it means that the golden child might be unhappy for a while as it experiences being not-gold (at least being fooled into believing it’s not-gold). There’s also a danger that it might not discover that it is really gold within its time in the world where not-gold exists. Of course, this doesn’t mean that the child is a failure – how can it be? – it really is pure gold! When the golden child gets back to the golden world and realises that the trip to the world where not-gold exists didn’t work, it can always decide to try again, and keep doing so until it does work. It can keep trying for as long as it wants to.
Even if the golden child does gain the wondrous experience of its goldenness, it might decide to experience that again and again, or it might be happy (fundamentally and really happy) to have gained those feelings and to be a really pure golden child in the golden world, carrying with it forever the real knowledge and feeling of what it really is.
How can we equate a golden child to ourselves?
There’s quite possibly a similar story to this for ourselves. Of course, we’re not made of gold. But consider this. What if, at our core, we are pure love. We come from a world were everything is love and we’ve chosen go to a world where “not-love” exists so that we can experience our pure lovingness. Of course, to get the real experience we can’t arrive in this world knowing that we are pure love, that just wouldn’t work at all. We have to temporarily forget this fact about ourselves so that we can rediscover it. That’s the only way to get the true impact and the true experience of what it means to be loving.
These are interesting thoughts worth pondering, worth meditating over. It’s amazing how such a simple thought can completely change how we’d react to this world where “not-love” exists.
Do you think there could be some truth in this? Leave a comment below or send me an email. Thanks.