As the King faded so did the land, each day he sat by the fireplace in the great hall where once the greatest knights of the realm would meet to discuss matters of honour and fairness. His Queen long gone, he tries to recall her perfect feminine beauty, but the long descent into despair hath brought his mind to a stillness that offers no rest, only numbness. All around him was sadness, drought and savage floods ravaged the land and his people were starving, yet he could not even feel the sorrow of a bright dream lost.
For years the brave knights had been gone from the side of their King as they searched and searched for a remedy that would heal the monarch, many died and some lost their spirits and their minds. The people were weary and had lost all hope of the Golden Age returning, yet there were some who still told the tales of a prosperous and happy realm where justice always prevailed for all, even the most lowly of servants.
A little boy whose job was to turn the spit in the palace kitchen was an avid listener of these tales, he dreamed of becoming a knight and of saving the land from its travails. One day he found a half-grown kitten to play with and in chasing it he found himself in the Great Hall where the King sat every day in front of the fire, for he always felt the cold no matter the weather. Tommy was so caught up in the chase he didn’t realise where he was until he banged up against the King’s chair who woke from his daze with a jolt.
The King looked around him and seeing the boy he smiled, Tommy was standing there with huge eyes, not quite sure what to do with himself and overwhelmed at actually being in the presence of the King. “Dear boy, would you please pass me that goblet of wine”, Tommy was awestruck for a moment, then he raced over to the table and picked up the heavy goblet with great reverence and joy. As the King received the wine he looked into the face of innocence and love, and in a moment he was transformed, he took a sip of the wine and it was as if a healing balm spilled glowing down into his centre and opened up his heart once again.
The King was healed and so too the land began to come back into its rich fullness, Tommy became a Knight and as the King had no heirs he became a Prince who would one day rule. Tommy married a beautiful maiden and vowed to always stay in his heart no matter what came, he ruled wisely and well and the Golden Age did come again. Without love there can be no abundance, when the heart rules there are no limits to what we can create!