MY ENTRY FOR @XPILAR WRITING STORY COMPETITION #86/ THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN

THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN: Once upon a time there was a village where only old people lived, because when they reached a certain age their people had the habit of taking them to another village, considering that they had already completed their cycle, that they did not have the strength to work the land, gather the harvest, cut down the trees and climb them, hunt, fish and other activities that are carried out to live and maintain the community.

As always in groups, families or society there is a member who goes beyond the rules and poses another vision. This gentleman was called hope and saw how his friends, neighbors and relatives who were in retirement with him remained silent, crestfallen, inappetent, crying, but he was not. He was happy, chatty, active always, observed the horizon a very strong yellow light, which flashed like the stars, but with great force and warm as the Sun.

One day he said to himself: "Am I going to see what that bright and beautiful light is? He made up his mind and set out on his journey without telling anyone. He carried water, a mat and bread because he did not know how long it would take him to get there. It was not necessary to walk very far, nearby he found a Great Mountain that was flashing Light, with beautiful flowers that gave off exquisite aromas and beautiful colors: red, white, yellow and purple that when he touched them he felt with great strength and energy.

Seeing that he also felt physically I do not hesitate to return to the village and tell the other little elders, I encourage them to go to the Mountain to receive that great energy that emanated from there.

They began their journey, arrived at the Mountain and immediately were impregnated with this great magical energy. They breathed sweet and pleasant aromas, saw beautiful flowers of vibrant colors and immediately felt happy, strong, rejuvenated, with another vision of their life and their retreat

Very respectfully they thanked the Mountain for their gifts, turning around they returned to the village and with that great energy received they resumed their lives as when they were young. They returned to singing, sowing, hunting, harvesting, climbing and sharing happily until the last day of their cycle on this plane.

!Thank you for giving me the opportunity to participate!