{"id":3463,"date":"2023-04-18T07:57:08","date_gmt":"2023-04-18T07:57:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/goalive.se\/?page_id=3463"},"modified":"2023-11-09T16:48:19","modified_gmt":"2023-11-09T16:48:19","slug":"historian-om-masen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/goalive.se\/en\/historian-om-masen\/","title":{"rendered":"The story of the Seagull"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The story of the Seagull<\/h1>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t
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Here comes a little story\u2026..about a seagull\u2026..<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Once upon a time there was a seagull. He lived in a strange society where all the seagulls could no longer fly. No one thought too much about it, but their little seagull life went on. They became more and more talented and richer and fatter seagulls in the colony. They got married, built ever nicer houses to live in, and started doing everything seagulls shouldn't do. But out at sea there were still some who did not lose the art of flying. They loved each other freely and had no special homes and they lived a simple life in complete freedom and were extremely fit due to their constant flying. They didn't worry about anything in life and lived for what they knew they were born to do.<\/span><\/p>\n

One day a 43-year-old seagull stood looking out over the sea. He was newly divorced, a bit overweight and had no confidence in life anymore. He had lost his nice home and the only thing he had left were his three wonderful seagulls who he didn't quite know how to show them life anymore. Another seagull even fatter and somewhat authoritarian wondered why he was standing there looking out over the sea and letting life pass him by.<\/span><\/p>\n

- Off to work with you again and take responsibility for your children and earn money again said the slightly fatter seagull.<\/span><\/p>\n

- But I want to fly like the seagulls out there far away. They look so free. Why don't we do that anymore?<\/span><\/p>\n

-Stop it! Have you completely lost your mind! Join me here and I'll teach you how to start a business again or help you get a job! You have to pull yourself up. Or maybe there is some psychoactive drug that can bring you back. I know a good doctor. He'll fix it.<\/span><\/p>\n

-But I want to learn to fly!!!<\/span><\/p>\n

-I don't have time anymore to stand here and waste my precious time helping a fool like you. I have to go back and make sure the next annual report shows even more profit. It's looking good for us this year. It's a bit of a shame that I never have time with my children now, but that time will come, I'm sure. The slightly fatter seagull's children were 16 and 18 years old.<\/span><\/p>\n

-Go you-I'll stay here a while longer. I will fly like that one day!<\/span><\/p>\n

-Good luck! But I don't understand you anymore. You were always one of the best at generating money. You still can, even if you happened to lose everything. It can happen even to the best!<\/span><\/p>\n

The 43-year-old seagull thought in his quiet mind that now the hell is enough. He looked wistfully at the colony he had belonged to for so long and he saw only suffering within all their polished shells. That I haven't seen this before, he thought. I wish I had been able to fly when I was little! Why wasn't I taught that? He saw his parents in their respective houses a little on the outskirts of town and thought that it couldn't have been that easy for them either because their parents probably couldn't fly either.<\/span><\/p>\n

But better late than never. Now I'm going to fly and teach my children what it means and then they can teach their children and maybe this miserable colony will be gone one day and replaced by a flying chaos of free seagulls in love.<\/span><\/p>\n

- Then the now 43-year-old seagull, albeit with somewhat sore body parts here and there, made a decisive decision. He unfolded his wings, which had not been used since the last time he was 3-4 years old, and felt that it was extremely unpleasant to see them. They looked completely rusted out and he wondered if it would really be possible to fly with them at all.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fear was coming in waves now and he was absolutely convinced that this could mean certain death against the rocks below. It was probably 1000 m straight down.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Now a number of even fatter seagulls had gathered and wondered what was about to happen.<\/span><\/p>\n

-What do you really look like? You can't spread your wings. You know it is forbidden in our society to even show them and now you have even started to unfold yours.<\/span><\/p>\n

You look miserable. You need help! You must realize that you will never be able to fly and that it is basically prohibited by law! We can put you in!<\/span><\/p>\n

But something in society had caused this seagull to examine its inner self and suddenly there was a strong feeling that now was the time to try its wings. His life whizzed by like in a movie and now the decision was close. It will make or break, he thought. I can't live their miserable life anymore in a society characterized by greed and lust for power.<\/span><\/p>\n

-Now I'm flyyyyying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<\/span><\/p>\n

The wings didn't move at all and he felt the speed increase dramatically. It was like a free fall without a parachute.<\/span><\/p>\n

This suddenly didn't feel good at all anymore and now he longed more than ever to return to his family and wished to God that he had never cheated on his wife and divorced him. The pain was terrible and the speed only increased. They were right. We can't fly, he thought. I'm free-falling to certain death!<\/span><\/p>\n

What have I done! He regretted all the crazy decisions and that his company had gone bankrupt so carelessly. But then suddenly something happened\u2026.one of the wings got some air under it and now it tumbled wildly around in dramatic movements. It was total chaos, but the speed had actually slowed down a bit.<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn, he thought, this is how you die! For some reason, the other wing, although in deplorable condition, had also received an ounce of air under it and it didn't look quite the same.<\/span><\/p>\n

The speed slowed and the wildly tumbling seagull 43 years old wondered what the hell is happening to me but it was still true that the sure death was still a little more distant than before and he could collect his thoughts a little again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly he realized the key to avoiding this misery. You have to learn to fly at a really young age and when the parents and the school unconsciously want to take away that ability, you still have to come to an understanding somehow.<\/span><\/p>\n

His last thought was that if he were to witness a miracle and the rocks approaching at breakneck speed didn't kill him, he would devote his newfound experience to helping the gulls in the colony learn to fly again.<\/span><\/p>\n

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With a crash, he went straight into the rocks with his obese body that definitely couldn't fly. He was still a little proud to have felt the draft under his pitiful wings that looked more like ripped sheets.<\/span><\/p>\n

The contact with the rocks was catastrophic. His body was tossed around and bounced between the rocks. However, the speed had slowed significantly before the crash and he was dizzy from the experience and thought now I'm dead!<\/span><\/p>\n

Oddly enough, he was looking at his body from above. He realized it was still alive. It ached everywhere. The neck was like a vise. The wings were crooked like an alpine road. The heart beat wildly.<\/span><\/p>\n

At least I'm alive. It is a miracle. I have free fallen 1000 m..and I am alive!<\/span><\/p>\n

The feeling was euphoric for a while. Where am I now he thought. Everything was cold. No more warm houses. It was not fun to be here. The euphoric feeling of having survived the fall to certain death slowly faded and was replaced by regret and pain again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn it, I have nothing. Where are my children? Satan, they are still up there and here I am.<\/span><\/p>\n

I can't stay here! Now there was only one way out. I have to learn to fly down here. I promised to come back and learn the other arts if I survived. I'm obviously alive and my only chance to keep my promise is to fly back to fall back freely is impossible.<\/span><\/p>\n

Newton was right about that, he thought anyway.<\/span><\/p>\n

But that will be impossible! How can I learn to fly again when no one taught me. Maybe there's someone around down here who can fly. For days he was looking for someone to learn from. But it was empty. He was trapped! This was not good at all. He bitterly regretted everything he had done again and realized that his current situation was untenable. He lived completely in the unknown and it was with great effort that he learned to get hold of food and some warmth after all.<\/span><\/p>


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The months passed and he was now reasonably comfortable with having confidence in finding food for the day and having somewhere to sleep without freezing to death. But he missed his children terribly and still wondered why he left them.<\/span><\/p>\n

But reality was a fact. He was trapped! He couldn't fly! No matter how much he practiced every day, he just couldn't get his wings out enough and the little flapping he was capable of lifted him a couple of centimeters above the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n

The seagull's anger was now so immense that the war god Ares had raised an eyebrow!<\/span><\/p>\n

Now he was so angry that his heart was torn to pieces within him. The thoughts and anger tumbled around freely. The hatred for the world up there that had brought him here only grew stronger. The seagull's uncontrolled anger made him think of revenge. The anger only grew and now he was also furious at his parents for not teaching him to fly.<\/span><\/p>\n

- It's your fault that I'm sitting here now, your misery to parents.<\/span><\/p>\n

The anger tore him apart inside and the frustration was indescribable. It hurt so much and at the same time he just wanted to mercilessly fight anything that came his way.<\/span><\/p>\n

H\u00e4r fanns inget att g\u00e5 loss p\u00e5-bara ensamheten. Till slut bara vr\u00e5lade han ut sin sm\u00e4rta och skrek och kastade saker runt sig tills han f\u00f6ll helt utmattad till marken.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Then he suddenly started crying uncontrollably and it felt so good. When was the last time I did that he thought. It was a very long time ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

After crying and being extremely angry in fits and starts for another couple of weeks, a whole new sense of calmness and even a form of new love for his parents and even the other fat seagulls in the community up there now came to him as he watched with new eyes. They were actually quite beautiful, but they didn't know any better. Was his deep love behind all the anger and then the sadness? Were they the shells around his deep interior of love and harmony? It was a completely new insight into his little seagull life.<\/span><\/p>\n

He realized at the age of 43 that love must be the greatest thing in life and that if he could now in some miraculous way come back, he would teach them to fly in love.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The now slightly less fat 43-year-old seagull breathed in the morning air again. The days were incredibly beautiful and he saw things he had never noticed before. The sunrise. The scent from nature. The shape of the stones. The forces of nature. The glorious feel of the rain as it met his feathers. The healthy feeling of an evening dip before his simple dinner. The feeling of eating less. To enjoy the food he ate. Yes, it was a whole new world that had opened up.<\/span><\/p>\n

-Imagine if I could just fly and show them what life is really about. It is the simple things in life that are life. Love and nature. The presence!<\/span><\/p>\n

The pain was immense seeing all this and having to live that truth first hand down here. There were many days when he wallowed in anguish over what he had done, but at the same time he was infinitely happy to have thrown himself out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now several years had passed and his body was no longer fat. It was as fit as the seagulls out there and he had no choice. Here there was only natural, wholesome food.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a beautiful day in November now. The cold had come again and it was time for a new winter.<\/span><\/p>\n

The suffering and the pains had replaced each other for a long time now but his body and soul were filled with tremendous energy again.<\/span><\/p>\n

He doesn't really remember the last time he felt this way. Somehow he felt it was a special day. He looked at his wings and unfolded them. They were now white as snow on a mountain top and looked incredibly beautiful where they glistened in the morning sun. All the rust was blown away by the years down here in solitude. The freedom and the simple diet and trust had done the trick. It really looked as if they could fly.<\/span><\/p>\n

- But into the holiest of all - he thought. Here, after hard work, you now have beautiful and proud wings to really fly with, but no one to learn from.<\/span><\/p>\n

I know I have the power now but someone has to show me! I need a flight instructor! NOW!!!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Now something strange happened. A hurricane moved in faster than ever before. He knew they were sneaky this time of year. He had been taught that several times. The difference this time was that it came from a direction he did not expect and with full force he ran for cover. It was too late.<\/span><\/p>\n

The hurricane threw him high into the sky. And not until several hundred meters high was he thrown out of the center of the hurricane.<\/span><\/p>\n

But dear Aphrodite...this is not true! After all this toil and now I will once again fall freely against the rocks.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not that I survive two crashes! Now I'm dying for real. With breathtaking speed, the fit body fell helplessly towards certain death! Out of pure intuition, he suddenly unfolded the majestic new wings. It went easily and smoothly. The sight was graceful! A large beautiful fit seagull in complete free fall suddenly unfolding its strong wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The sky was filled with love. The angels danced freely now. The birds sang louder than ever. Everything around the seagull was suddenly indescribably beautiful. The seagull felt the presence. Everything was different.<\/span><\/p>\n

- My God, thought the seagull. I must be dreaming. I fly for real!!! I AM FLYING!!! I LIVE!!!<\/span><\/p>\n

The carrying power was now enormous under the wings and the power of body and soul caused the seagull to spread out like a plane at a height of 200 m.<\/span><\/p>\n

The feeling was completely unimaginable. I could do it myself! I can fly. The seagull screamed for the time in pure happiness to fly on his own in his complete solitude. But was he alone? Suddenly he saw the vastness of the universe. The mountains, the rocks, the clouds, the sea, the fish, the eagle high up there, the crabs on the beach. Yes-it was as if he strangely felt the presence of all existence. He was part of everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

-DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!! I AM FLYING!!! FOR REAL!!!<\/span><\/p>\n

And the seagull knew now that he was no longer alone. The love he felt so deeply from being fully and fully present to himself was indescribably beautiful. That love is never alone. For the first time in his 43-year seagull life, he was for a moment just that love.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was so easy. Why didn't I venture on the ground down there? Strange, it was just unrolling them and touching them.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gentle time, what an imprint! I've been able to fly all along but didn't know it! But now I know! And it's awesome!!!!<\/span><\/p>\n

With great confidence, he did a few extra loops and skydived mostly to feel what it was like to free fall with wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

At any moment now he knew he could unfurl them and land safely anywhere he wanted on Earth.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was in that moment that he realized deep down that it wasn't about flying or not. It was about love and trust in yourself and daring to be who you are.<\/span><\/p>\n

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This must be life, he thought. Fall freely knowing that wherever I land, I do so safely now.<\/span><\/p>\n

He knew at the same time that now he would land in his colony again because there were his three wonderful children and ex-wife.<\/span><\/p>\n

But would she understand? The kids would surely do that and learn to fly pretty soon. But his former seagull wife who he now knew he loved above all else wanted to learn to fly again.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was highly doubtful but maybe he would make an attempt to get her to fly with him again!<\/span><\/p>\n

Somewhere, however, he knew that it wasn't meant to be and that now, instead of the first time, he could accept their separation and leave her in beautiful love and move on in his magnificent seagull life on his own.<\/span><\/p>\n

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It was at noon that he now safely landed in the place he left a couple of years ago.<\/span><\/p>\n

The feeling was very strange. No one saw him! Felt like no one wanted to see him. He felt that he was now a threat to their safe life. He knew he was going to mess with their safe train of thought. But it was ok now. He knew he could fly and that was the important thing. His destiny in life was to learn to fly and then to teach the difficult yet so simple art. It was a difficult task he had been given on earth, but the task gave him meaning in life. \"Flying in love\"<\/span><\/p>\n

- The now even fatter seagull who was a former friend no longer recognized him.<\/span><\/p>\n

-I can fly now!<\/span><\/p>\n

- I see that, but you will never make me do those stupid things. Bye!<\/span><\/p>\n

But with newfound wisdom in the hard school of life down there among the dark rocks, he once again spread his beautiful wings and steered towards the colony again.<\/span><\/p>\n

The even slightly fatter seagull still looked up at him as he majestically lifted off and thought that it must be amazing to experience that but it will never happen to me and he never could or dared to tell him. But something in his innermost being was awakened by the sight of the wildly flying bird in love.<\/span><\/p>\n

His subconscious was affected and that was good enough. Maybe he too would fly one day.<\/span><\/p>\n

It had been a long time since he left them, but now he was back. He was a threat to the entire colony, he knew that. It was time for them to learn to fly!<\/span><\/p>\n

But given his own experiences of what it had taken to learn the art, he doubted that anyone would listen, let alone follow his example.<\/span><\/p>\n

But maybe there was still a way to make them understand his journey without them having to do the same in order to fly. It should only dare to fly.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I can teach them that they have wings and can already fly if they want to. But he knew one thing. They would all need a little exercise in body and soul. But throwing yourself off the cliff was not actually necessary.<\/span><\/p>\n

It would be possible to live the simple and useful life even here in the colony. The rich could help the poor seagulls and together maybe the whole colony could fly in crazy wild love one day.<\/span><\/p>\n

The seagull felt satisfied with life. He lived incredibly simply but he knew the art of flying in a society where no one had flown before and now he would teach that art.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nothing he would trade for the art of flying and he knew now that his children would receive a priceless gift from him.<\/span><\/p>\n

A Dad who flies! It doesn't get more beautiful for a child and a Dad. But many were the doubts they would subject him to but one day he knew they would understand that it was his role as a father to teach them to fly in love.<\/span><\/p>\n

To this day we don't know if the seagull got his beloved wife back but one thing we do know is that he still flies.<\/span><\/p>\n

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EVERY DAY!!! JOOHOOOOOO!!!! IN LOVE!!!!! FOREVER!!!!!<\/span><\/p>\n

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The strange thing is that this seagull lives among us today and wonders how he will fly on because the thing is that the seagull has now finally understood that he is not a seagull but a human being of flesh and blood but with new beautiful inner wings of gold.<\/span><\/p>\n

If one day you meet a person who behaves like the seagull in the little story, I hope you will listen to that figure. It will probably scare you but he or she has something exciting to tell about life.<\/span><\/p>\n

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