Whisperpower at the end of a white night

It was a cold morning. It seemed as if time stood still. It had started snowing a few hours ago. The morning had announced the day with the help of some small birds that in the forest, despite the cold, cheerfully announced their joy of waking up. In the forest, which mainly consisted of countless birches, beech and spruce, there was an incredibly large tree. The people of the village called it the 'Witch tree'. The tree was so big that the strongest man would not be able to wrap his arms around it. The large, wide branches of this large beech tree looked like an umbrella for the kid sitting under the tree on a barren tree trunk. However, the umbrella did not help against the snowflakes that swirled straight down through the large branches. On the boy's not-so-big cheeks, the cold flakes mingled with salty tears. He cried. Not because he wanted to cry. Oh no. He knew very well that he should not cry. His father never cried either. That's why he had walked here. So that no one would hear or see it. The old tree had been his friend for years. He had never told anyone, so he thought no one knew, but if he wasn't feeling well, it always helped him to sit here on the trunk under the big Beech. The boy was named after the father of his father's father. He listened to the name Boyan. He had sneaked out of the house very early this morning because he couldn't sleep. He was a brave warrior for the eleven years he had been walking the earth. He was wiser than many grown man. That was also the reason that he often felt misunderstood. He had a far too clear look for the people around him and far too much wisdom for the size of his shoes. Conveniently, the words he spoke were usually pushed aside with a smile by those others. Distraught, it made him. Boyan had a dream. He had a wish so strong that sometimes it didn't seem to fit in his body. He had an aspiration so great and an equal frustration because he could not do anything with it. But it was nice under his tree. So all alone with the trees and the animals, which he did not see but which he knew were there. He loved this forest very much. He loved a lot of things anyway. It was easy for him to open up his heart to people. He was blessed with a warm heart and the guts to show it. Boyan spoke softly to the tree 'what can I do?'?It was quiet for a moment. Then he felt a gust of wind. ‘What would you like to do?’ he heard. Hey, what was that voice? Who was speaking to him??And then he heard it again, but now it seemed like a different voice. 'What would you like to do?' He blinked a few times and then again a few times. Opposite of him, three female beings had settled on the ground. The ground around them was suddenly without snow and it seemed as if he suddenly got a little warmer. Three pairs of eyes looked at him kindly from three beautiful faces.?‘Hello Boyan' spoke the smallest of them. The boy could not believe his eyes. This was bizarre. He hadn't heard them coming, and now that he looked closer he understood why. There were no footprints in the snow. The girls were truly the three most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. The eldest, who was the smallest, looked down on him kindly. She had to be an angel. But she had no wings. Or she had taken them off without him having seen it. She seemed to fly a bit and yet she was firmly on the ground in front of him. Her fine face looked at him questioningly as she said, ‘What is it that you would like Boyan? What is your biggest wish?' This was crazy! Now she also knew his name! He was not afraid, that surprised him. He was very curious. ‘Who... who are you?’ he said as he continued to look at the three ladies in amazement. 'Oh, that's not kind of us. Let's introduce ourselves to you.' It was the youngest of the bunch who spoke. ‘Boyan, meet my oldest sister: Desiree. She takes care of wishes, and it is her greatest desire to spread knowledge about the power of thoughts on this earth.’ Desiree nodded at him with a sweet smile and held out her hand to him. He took her hand in his own. The handshake was powerful. From his mother he had learned at a young age when to shake someone's hand. And also how to do that, firmly, without hurting the other person's hand. He felt at ease because of the physical contact that shaking hands had given him. He couldn't think about it for very long. A pair of large, and somehow very wise eyes, looked at him from the middle. ‘I'm Suzanne. I know everything about the wisdom of manifestation. It is my greatest desire to spread knowledge about the power of manifesting on this earth. ‘While also grabbing her outstretched hand, he tried to remember what manifesting meant. ‘Manifesting is an expensive word for announcing things.’ It was the youngest figure who spoke to him. She really had to be an angel with her beautiful golden hair that framed her narrow face and who apparently could read his mind. 'By the way, I'm Celine. I know everything about the wisdom of deeds. It is my greatest wish to spread knowledge about the power of acting across this earth.' He blinked again. But they were still there. All three of them. Now that he had recovered from his first surprise, he could take a closer look at them. ‘Do you have wings?’ he asked Desiree. ‘Are you an angel?’ The other two started laughing. 'She is mainly a dangle and yes, she can fly.' He was impressed. 'But I'm happy to let Suzanne and Celine fly with me. My wings can carry all three of us. Do you think I'm an angel? I tell you that I am what you want me to be. Call me an angel, a girl or lady, a Queen or Goddess. It doesn't really matter, what the truth is or not, it's how you see it.' ‘Your wish has called us to you’ Desiree continued. 'We want to help you by teaching you that anything you want can become reality. Everything starts with a wish. With a thought. Because thoughts happen silently in your head, we call that Whisperpower. They are inaudible to humans but very strong. Let me tell you that anything can become reality. And everything starts with a thought. Never underestimate the power of thought. They are your wings. The wings under your wishes. Have very clear what you want Boyan, know what your desire is, think in as much detail as possible how you want to realize your wish. And most importantly, remember that it's already there. That may be hard to believe, but it’s true. It's already there. Everything is already there. Not many people believe so but you are a special boy. With your eleven years, you are wiser than most other people. And you know that. Take the wisdom we bring you today and spread it further. So, remember: create thoughts about your wish and realize that it is already there. Everything starts with thoughts.' That were quite a lot of words so early in the morning. He was just recovering from the surprise of their appearance and yet he understood what she was saying. Softly he spoke 'my biggest wish is that the animals in the sea swim in a clean sea. But of course that’s not possible. On TV I see so many terrible things. I think it's already too late and it can't get any better.' Desiree grabbed his two hands and looked deep into his eyes. ‘I'll tell you again: the power of thought is huge. Your thoughts are the beginning of the outcome. I know that outcome does not rhyme with my words that everything is already there, but this is the easiest explanation for now. If your thoughts are positive, then that is the beginning of the positive outcome. If your thoughts are negative, then that is the beginning of the negative outcome. What you just said is probably not what you want. So think that the fish and other animals in the sea live in a clean environment. Imagine it the way you want it to be. I'll tell you again. What you think is at the beginning of how it will be. I can see you find that hard to believe. Let me explain it to you this way: I know you like to eat cake. If you see all the ingredients for the cake on a table, it does not mean that you already see the cake the way you eat it, and yet the cake is already there. Boyan got it. He said, ‘I see the biggest whales happily swimming in a clean sea and I see the smallest seahorses happily floating on the current of clear blue water in which you can see for miles!’ Desiree looked at him smiling. ‘Exactly. That's exactly how it works.' Then she looked at Suzanne who had been quietly listening the whole time. Suzanne said ‘Boyan, thoughts are powerful, and beautiful thoughts are the beginning of beautiful things, and you can make it even more powerful with the power of manifestation. Make known what you want. Think about it, dream about it, talk about it, write about it, whisper it into the world, shout it from the rooftops! You just did that by telling us about your wish, your thoughts. I will repeat what you said to help you bring it into the world. ‘You see the biggest whales happily swimming in a clean sea and you see the smallest seahorses happily floating on the current of clear blue water in which you can see for miles.' His eyes began to sparkle. 'Yes, that thought makes me happy! And when you say it, my joy only gets bigger.' Suzanne grabbed his hands and looked at him as her sister had done before. ‘Boyan, remember Desiree, never forget how strong the power of thoughts are, and know that making your thoughts known, contributes making your thoughts and wishes real.’ She concluded her speech with a wink and a squeeze in his hand. Pooh! That was quite a lot. And yet it was very clear to him. It was actually very simple. Everything starts with a thought and you strengthen that by using that thought into the world with words. Well, that wasn't that hard! The head of the youngest of the three sisters turned his way. Would she know what he was thinking again? 'You might think it's simple. It is and I like to add something to it. It's not a game. You have to believe in it. Sincerely believe in it. And if you find that difficult to do, because you are still convinced that it is not true, that is also a thought that will come true. Remember, it's true. Talk about it as if it were already true. Live it as if it were already true. See in your mind that it is already true. You will find that you then transform your own truth. And therefore influence the outcome.' Boyan, dazzled a little. Okay, it sounded a bit complicated. The moment he thought of that, he realized that he was now creating with his thought that it was complicated. He smiled and thought again: today it will all be clear to me! Celine looked at him. 'You get the idea.' Now he knew for sure. She could read minds. Again, big eyes looked into his eyes. 'Boyan' Celine said 'You know now the power of thoughts and the power of manifestation. These two powers are a very strong combination. But if you really want your wishes, dreams and thoughts to become real, then something else needs to be done. You have to think about what you can do. You have actions to link to the thoughts and to your words. The power of the combination: thoughts, words and action, is gigantic. So dear Boyan, what can you do for your fish? For your sea? What are you willing to do? What are you prepared to do? Now, at this moment?' He looked at her. He felt a bit rebellious and angry. ‘How can I do something about it? I'm only eleven years old! Even at home, they don't listen to me. I really can't help!' Desiree looked at him questioningly and said 'listen to your own thoughts now.' Suzanne looked at him and said 'Listen to how your mouth speaks your thoughts now.' Celine was still holding his hands. ‘Listen to yourself Boyan? Is that really what you want to put out into the world? That you can't do anything about it, that you're too young, that they don't listen to you, do you?' This was not easy. He was suddenly aware of the fact that he was usually thinking in the negative direction. The side he didn't want. Suddenly he saw it clear. The sisters noticed it. He stood up and straightened his shoulders. Desiree took her sisters' hands. They suddenly floated above the ground like angels. With hand kisses they disappeared through the branches of the Beech towards heaven. The last thing he heard was Celine shouting ‘Hey Boyan, crying isn't bad, it's cool!'

When he didn’t see them anymore he slowly stood up and walked home. He would have preferred to keep them with him. Their words had made him feel incredibly strong and determined. At home, everyone was already awake. His mother had already missed him but suspected that he had gone to his tree. She knew about his tree. Mothers just know things like that. The Christmas breakfast was on the table. He was glad they had been waiting for him. 'Sit on the table Boyan, than we can finally eat!' It was his sister who spoke. He looked at his family. His father, his mother and his sister and brother. He didn't even skip the dog. ‘Before we start eating, I want to tell you something' he spoke softly but firm. 'The sea is beautiful and filled with animals that are very happy in it. And they're going to be even happier because it's only going to get better. And I'm going to help with that. I will start today!' He took his place at the table and was silent. Everyone was quiet.

'Merry Christmas boy' said his father 'merry Christmas everyone!'

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