The Child Who Listened
to the Whisperings
of Her Heart
(A Fairy Tale)


Once upon a time in the Land of Knows Hill, there was a Sacred Lake called the Lake of the Truth of Being. All the magical qualities of Love lived in the nurturing waters of this very special lake – Joy, Peace, Kindness, Forgiveness – just to name a few.

The people would come from far and wide to go touch this Holy Water and be blessed and energized. It would make them feel so good inside their hearts. When the Sacred Lake was Full and Abundant, the Land of Knows Hill was thriving and prosperous.

Something very strange happened though, the Lake of the Truth of Being began to dry up. Maybe it was because the people were coming and taking from the Lake of the Truth of Being, keeping all the treasures of Love and not sharing the beautiful gifts received.

Soon the Lake was totally dry – dry as a bone – as they say. The people would come along expecting to touch the Lake and be recharged so they could go on their merry way. When they felt no more nourishment for their Soul, they began at first to get frightened for they thought it would always be there for them to touch.

The people started getting cranky and angry with each other because they were feeling empty inside. They did not know how to fill themselves up with Love on their own.

At the same time the flowers, the fruit trees, the crops, vegetables and wheat were beginning to dry up too. It truly was a sad place in the Land of Knows Hill.

One day a child named Ashlyn whose heart was still filled with Innocence and Wonder could feel all this anger and sadness in the people’s hearts.

Somehow Ashlyn knew from her Pure Heart that if the people came together and began to carry water from their homes and walked up the hill along the path to the Lake of the Truth of Being to pour water into the Lake, it would be filled once again more with the Magical Essence of Love.

She imagined in her mind, that as each person carried their water in their own unique container and as they walked up the hill along the path if they could only recapture a Magical Essence of Love they once felt.

They would have to go deep inside their hearts to recall some of these special times – a time like having courage and the feeling of strength it gave them or of Compassion and how it felt when they truly could understand and feel another’s troubles.

At first no one would listen to this child, for what could a child possibly know?

That did not stop Ashlyn one bit for she knew this was the right thing to do.

Each day she would get her favorite water bucket, for this bucket brought lots of Joy to the child.

She would pull the chair from the kitchen table, push it over to the kitchen sink, climb up on the chair, turn on the tap and fill the bucket with water.

As Ashylyn carried the bucket up the hill and walked along the path to the Sacred Lake, she recalled memories of Joy and Fun at bath time. At bath time she would always fill her bucket with water and pour it all over her head. How that would make her laugh.

She would remember all the beautiful feelings of times gone by of being with family and friends when all were in the Spirit of Caring and Happiness.

Times that were now fading from the Land of Knows Hill.

When she approached the dried and parched lake, she headed right to the centre where there was a rock that stood upright and was taller and larger than the other rocks. She knew that this rock was the Mother Rock. The Rock of Pure Love, that gave birth to all the Magical Essences of Love.


Ashlyn took her special container of water and poured the water that was filled with Joy and Fun all over the Mother Rock of Love.

Oh my how that Mother Rock of Love just soaked up that Child Blessed Water and sighed with relief. Then to Ashlyn’s delight and surprise, the Mother Rock of Love gave birth to Hope !

“Thank you so much, Sweet Little One, for now Hope is born ! Life may come back more abundantly because you did not get discouraged and listened to the Whisperings from Your Pure Heart “.

The next day and the day after that and the day after that one too, Ashlyn pulled the chair from the kitchen table and pushed it over to the kitchen sink and turned on the tap and filled her bucket with water.

Each day she walked up the hill and along the path. She would recall happy times, like when she cleaned her room and how pleased it made her mother. She would remember when she played with her babies, nurturing and cradling them. Also of times going on a great adventure to the park to slide down the big slide or climb on the monkey bars or flying up to the sky on the swing.

Now a very curious thing began to happen in what now could be called Crankyville.
People ever so slowly started to put little smiles on their faces which felt very strange indeed, for it had been quite some time since this had happened. Sometimes bursts of laughter could be heard which was certainly a shocking sound for the people as they had forgotten what that sounded like.

Soon people actually began caring about their families and friends. There definitely was strange things happening in the Land of Knows Hill.

One day someone noticed Ashlyn with her water bucket walking along the path to the Sacred Lake and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I am going to the Mother Rock of Love at the dried up Lake of the Truth of Being. Every time I go there and pour the water over her she is able to birth another Magical Essence of Love. So far she has birthed Hope, Joy, Fun, Appreciation, Caring and Adventure and ever so many more from trips carrying my water in my Special Water Bucket.”

Then someone said, “I want to do this too !”

Ashlyn said, “Find your own unique container to fill with water, one that means a lot to you. Fill it up with water and as you walk up the hill along the path, remember times when you were filled with Peace, Imagination, Faith or any other quality of Love. Once you get to the Mother Rock of Love pour the Blessed Water over her so she may give birth to the Magical Essence you are remembering.

Soon the message spread through the Land of Knows Hill and all the neighbouring villages and towns.

People came from far and wide to walk up the hill and along the path to the Lake of the Truth of Being to pour their own Blessed Water from their own unique container on the Mother Rock of Love.


The Mother Rock of Love was soon all covered up with water. The Lake of the Truth of Being grew so huge and large that the ducks, frogs, dogs and all the children had a place to play once more.

The people had their Sacred Lake back to touch once more. No longer did they take their gifts from the Lake of the Truth of Being and keep them for themselves but shared them with others. Life was truly abundant once more.

Even after the Lake of the Truth of Being was brimming forth with water once more, each day Ashlyn would get up, pull the chair from the kitchen table, push it over to the kitchen sink, turn on the tap, fill her water bucket with water to bring to the Sacred Lake, for she knew in her Pure Heart that was the right thing to do.


The End


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