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Submitted by Melanie
In my mind, I saw ABBA from behind as he walked through a very withered forest. It was a coniferous forest. The trees were very sick, some of the last upper third still somewhat “alive”. In the lower first and second thirds there were rotten and lifeless branches on the tree trunks. The floor was covered with brown needles, lifeless wood.
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ABBA went through the forest. He had a basket in HIS right hand. HIS gaze was searching the forest floor. On the floor, under the needles and trees, red pulsating hearts came out now and then, all quite weak – but these hearts were alive. Sometimes some were in a small group, sometimes individual. Every living pulsating heart that He found, He gazed upon intensely with great love. HE placed each heart very carefully in HIS basket. All of these hearts were weakened. They were weakened by time and experiences they had been through.
ABBA sat on a large rock. He gazed into the basket. HE was soooooo sad …
SO Sad! In proportion, there were very few hearts. He took the basket very carefully and pressed it very, very carefully to HIS heart and wrapped the basket with the fold of HIS robe. HIS love, HIS pain …
He got up with the basket of hearts, and, in absolute enveloping love and security, He went out of the forest. HIS love for every one of these hearts was sooooooo strong. He was very sad about the small number of hearts.