There was once an archangel named Ishereal . . . she married Hereal. It took them too long to read their own names. Their home nation was “Nothing Isreal.” Have you heard of it? A state of constant disbelief… These two individuals were Buddhist in nature. Their names haunted them. They did not want to attach to truth.
How does their story go? Ishereal was aware knowledge could stay put, if in fact she was okay with truth. Hereal thought given the state, well of their beliefs—everything could in fact stay in motion, as movement promoted closing of distance. They, like nature honored the seasons, knowing inside, man is not a plant.
In the abandoning of attachment, Hereal won his own battle with the world: you can’t hurt someone who preaches: let go.
Ishereal too followed her partner, she said, “If you love mankind more than you love me: they’ll know it.” She said, “You’re right: I believe you Hereal. I believe you are right. I’m letting you—go.”
They independently faced the greatest challenge of their life—love lots. What is self-sacrifice? Design of the heart, design of the mind, design of the non-beliefs … of the time . . .
Hereal replied, “What is it to fight a state of frustration, a state of the self in a different location? What is it to think and hear only this, ‘yes, yes, yes, I do preach bliss.’ I know in my heart, that ‘I’ is not me. And thus in the end, I’ll tell you what’s bliss, sending a message around on repeat, let it go, let it go, ‘I do not preach bliss.’ I sent it to you twice, I’ll send it around, once through the mail, and once around town, until we can find why ‘Nothing Isreal.’ Cause I am not happy, with something I feel. The truth? It must sit, in pure honesty, and I? I too know… I no longer am real. Is it ego of mine or ego of yours? Just make it leave now … and I am forever yours.
The next day he changed his name to: Shenoreal.
(Copyright: Simone J. Hrouda 2017, a holiday story of love and our understanding of . . . a state of bliss.)