DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

There once was a girl with long green hair. She liked to travel, sometimes by foot, and sometimes with her heart and mind. In her journeys, she connected to her inner world and wise beings who shared their knowledge with her; this helped her to discover herself. This story is about one of those journeys.

The girl with the green hair loved music, for it had the power to connect humans with their deepest emotions and heal their Souls. There was magic in the sounds and rhythms created by humans, and she experienced their healing effect many times. She felt the music with every cell in her body, and this made her feel free.

There was a gentle mist in the air that day, and the sun was hiding behind the clouds. The girl was walking along a river, lost in her thoughts; there was a heavy feeling surrounding her today. Suddenly she heard music in the distance; someone was playing the violin. Mesmerised by the sound, she started to walk towards the music as if something was pulling her there.

She saw a woman playing the violin. She was young, had long white hair and green eyes; her beauty was angelic. The woman smiled at the girl. There was something quite familiar about that woman and the song she was playing, and the girl stood there spellbound.

“Would you like to dance?” said a soft voice that pulled her out of the music spell. She turned her head to the left and saw a very handsome man standing next to her. He had wavy dark hair and blue eyes that pierced her soul; his voice soothed her a lot. She wanted to say no at first, but she realised that there was something quite familiar and comfortable about him too, so she said yes. He took her hand and gently pulled her towards him; they started to dance quite close. Their bodies seemed to move in the same rhythm effortlessly.

“Do I know you? You seem familiar”, said the girl.

“I think you know me very well by now,” he said and smiled; then looked deeply into her eyes.

The girl felt a sudden chill through her body and at that moment, she realised who he was. She smiled, leaned her head on his chest and continued to dance. 

“You are not afraid of me anymore.”

“No, I’m not. I know now that you don’t want to hurt me.”

“I never wanted to hurt you. I’m not here to destroy you, I’m only here to make you stronger. I never made you do anything that you didn’t want to, you were just not strong enough to say no. I’m part of you, and you needed me to help you grow.”

“I know. I wouldn’t change anything that happened in my life.”

“Good. You wanted to see what it’s like to be human and I’m part of that. There is no light without dark; they are two sides of the same coin. You might find it hard to accept that you are not only good. You also have the power to kill, lie, cheat, manipulate and destroy; both these sides are deep inside of you. In the end, it’s your choice if you use any of them to hurt others, nobody else’s.”

“I do find it hard to accept that, I want to be perfect and pure like an Angel!” said the girl.

“But you are an Angel, it’s just that you are also a Devil at the same time.”

The girl looked into his eyes and smiled, then whispered in his ear “Thank you for helping me become stronger.”

He smiled back at her and kissed her softly on her forehead. “With awareness, comes responsibility. Remember that nobody can put you down unless you let them. And if you put others down, you are responsible for your choices.”

The music stopped at that moment, and he gently let go of her waist.

“We have to go now, take care of yourself,” he said.

“We?”

He turned his head to the angelic woman playing the violin; she smiled at him, nodded, and looked up towards the sky.

The girl with the green hair looked up too; the sun was now out and shining brightly. She closed her eyes and let the sun caress her face. When she opened her eyes and looked down again, they were both gone. As the girl stood there, two long feathers, one white and one black, glided through the air and landed at her feet. She picked them up, smiled and started to walk.


Painting by me, July 2019

(Smoke photo taken by me)

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