More About the Journey of Our Soul............
Shunkmanu sat by a tranquil mountain lake while his three grandchildren, Oliver, Nahtayu, and Ella, played. The lake was a jewel of nature, surrounded by towering pine trees and snow-capped mountains. The water was so clear that the pebbles were resting at the bottom. It was a perfect setting for what would be an enlightening afternoon.
As the grandchildren skipped stones and admired the majestic surroundings, Shunkmanu started a fire by the lake, calling his Grandchildren over as the flames began to dance. He looked at their eager faces and knew today was a good day to share more ancient wisdom about the soul's journey.
"Sit, my little ones," Shunkmanu beckoned. " Would you like me to tell you some more about the powers of our soul?" The children shook their heads and nestled closer to their grandfather, captivated by his words.
"Our soul is like the sun," he began, "and our mind—our thoughts, reasoning, understanding, and imagination—are like rays that emanate from that sun."
Oliver, a budding scientist, was intrigued. "So, the sun sends out rays to give light and life. Does our soul do the same?"
"Exactly," Shunkmanu nodded, "Our soul's rays—the powers of our mind—discover truths, make beautiful art, solve problems, and much more. When we use these powers, we bring light into the world, just as the sun does."
Nahtayu, who loved history, asked, "But Grandfather, how did we learn things like science or build big buildings in the first place?"
"Ahh," said Shunkmanu, "that's the amazing part. Long ago, many things were unknown, hidden like a treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean. But through time, the soul's rays—our mental capacities—found these secrets and brought them into the light for everyone to see, just like digital technology."
Ella, always the artistic one, looked puzzled. "So, our soul helps us create beautiful things too? Like music and paintings?"
"Yes, my beloved granddaughter," Shunkmanu smiled. "Your soul understands beauty, love, and kindness. When you paint or sing, you express your soul's radiant capabilities."
The grandchildren listened, their eyes wide with awe, absorbing the wisdom of their grandfather. They looked around them—at the mountains, the trees, and the lake—and it all seemed brighter, as though the sun had touched everything more deeply than before.
"So, my rays of sunshine," Shunkmanu concluded, "never forget the incredible power your soul holds. Use it well, and you can bring unknown wonders into this world."
From that day on, Oliver, Nahtayu, and Ella saw themselves as children and beams of soul-light, equipped with the radiant tools to discover, create, and bring wisdom into the world. They knew they were part of an endless cycle, a journey of the soul as ancient as the mountains surrounding them and as endless as the sky overhead.
And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, the four of them sat there by that serene mountain lake, feeling a little bit closer to the mysteries of existence and each other.
