24/05/2026
A Golden Rule Book
First there was rain.
We are the gentle drops of water that fall from the sky. We are life giving and cleansing to everything we fall upon. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there was snow.
We are the beautiful flakes of unique art that drift down from the sky. We provide a soft white blanket that children and grownups can do all kinds of joyful things with. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there was sleet.
We are the result of a marriage between snow and rain that has given us more hardness than snow or rain alone. We teach a lesson that two things combined can become something entirely new and stronger. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there was hail.
We are the result of a marriage between rain and ice built large and hard by powerful forces tumbling us around and around in the sky. We teach the lesson that powerful things can be created by powerful turmoil. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there were puddles.
We are the first gathering spots for all wet things that fall from the sky. We make it possible for children to see reflections of themselves when they look down upon us and make exciting splashes when they get bored. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there were ponds.
We are much larger gathering spots than all those tiny puddles. We offer places for people and fish to swim, and sometimes for people to catch those fish. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there were lakes.
We make those proud ponds look like puddles compared to us, that’s how big we are. We offer places for giant boats to cruise around on and we allow an abundance of our water to flow out into the nearby lands that need it. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there were the rivers.
We are the great movers of everything that falls from the sky. We help the ponds and lakes deliver their life-giving waters to wherever it’s needed. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
Then there were the tears.
We are the tiny drops of sadness that wounded hearts must release before they can heal. We are created by all the conflict, fighting, breakups, and losses that loving hearts suffer from. We reveal the need to be heard, understood, loved, comforted, and healed. We deserve to be loved and cherished.
And then there was the Sea of Souls.
I am the Sea from which the souls of all rain, snow, sleet, hail, puddles, ponds, lakes, and rivers first come from and eventually return to. I feel the joy of all my creations returning to me and reuniting with one another. But I also feel all the pain from the endless tears of sadness when they return. I understand where their pain comes from and offer them the love, comfort, and healing they need now that they have come home.
I, the Sea of Souls, also understand the reason for all the conflict, fighting, breakups, and loss. My creations have forgotten they have all come from me and will return to me. They have forgotten that they are all a part of me, even after they depart to the skies and return to the land in all their different forms. They remember that they deserve to be loved and cherished, but they have forgotten why they need to love and cherish each other. Their differences make them lose sight of our sameness. Every soul, small or large, gentle or powerful, muddy or beautiful, will travel the Ferris wheel of life and eventually all take turns becoming every type of water there is.
If they could all hear my voice from the Sea of Souls I would remind them that all of their souls are equal members of the same family. I would remind them that our oneness and sameness is greater than our temporary separations and differences. I would tell them that it is possible to reduce the tears of so many children by following just this one Golden Rule: Treat all others as you would like all others to treat you, because all of your individual souls still belong to our one shared Soul. You are all equally loved and cherished and must all love and cherish each other equally.
Then, for those able to hear me and understand the rule, there were new tears - of joy.
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