The Man and the Bull

The bull was looking at the man without expression.

The man reached out and touched the massive forehead of the bull.

This action did not prompt a violent reaction. The nostrils of the bull did not flare angrily. The legs of the bull also remained steadfast and were not pawing the ground.

"You know, I wanted to kill you", the man said. "For a long time, I resented being shackled on your back and forced to ride you. Life's curveballs seemingly manifested out of nowhere, while I was dodging them, glued on your back, allowing the emotions of the ride to flow through me like a wild river."

The bull snorted as if he was chuckling.

"Not anymore. I've learned the lesson you were trying to teach me."

He moved his palm carefully along the bull's head. The bull remained motionless, breathing calmly.

"My life has been a sequence of events caused by dualities to which I was subconsciously reacting and polarizing in a multidimensional soap opera where I am the protagonist."

The man's voice trembled.

"I have suffered for a long time, trying not to fall from your back, for I knew that the fall was going to hurt. I haven't been always successful. Sometimes I fell and it hurt. Getting back onto your back was not always easy and I vividly remember the pain every time I mounted you after I fell."

His dark brown eyes were leaking now.

"Before I rode you, I was riding a wild bronco and before that, a dog was barking at me incessantly. I thought the bronco was something fierce, but I broke him."

He wiped his eyes.

"I should probably say that I broke aspects of my self.

I faced my chronic disease and its causes, instead of putting up with them.

I faced my persona in this life.

I watched fake consciousness constructs crumble away."

The man fell to his knees, as they buckled under the emotional stress.

"I thought the wild ride in this third dimensional consciousness reality would be over. Then you came along and the ride continued even more intensely."

The bull snorted again. Its tail was now lashing around as if he was swatting flies with it.

"My fake sense of identity was challenged, pried away by my intense perceptions of life's intense events.

One by one the attachments to the fake projections of my self were purged before my inner eyes, sending me into a decaying spiral.

My inner eyes gradually closed, allowing my one eye to open.

My polarized individuality gave way to a sense of unity, finding solace in unconditional love.

I "see" now. There is only one way to "see", and that is with unconditional love - unpolarized and with one eye, one perspective, yet holographic.

I was drowning but now I am reborn in the universal sea of consciousness/love.

Love is all we need and love is all we are."

The man was still leaking, but his tears were tears of joy. A smile appeared slowly amidst sobs of joy.

"Thank you for showing me what I needed to "see"…"

The bull became slowly transparent. He responded non-verbally…

"Don't thank me. This is all your work. You have purged your attachments one by one, guided by your true Self. You are now free from the burdens of your ego. Other humans are still a long way from riding their inner bronco and their inner bull and are still putting up with their inner dog barking at them."

The bull became translucent.

"I'll be back to remind you in case you need another life lesson. For now, remember to love your self. Keep in mind what your ET friend told you: self-love is the foundation for how you love others, how you move through life, and how you find peace within yourself."

That said, the bull vanished as if it never existed - just like the bronco and the dog before it.

The man stood up slowly as it befits a sovereign, self-mastered and integrated being. He smiled as he was wiping his tears of joy, immersed in unconditional love for all beings in Creation, including his own being.