The Day I Met My Demon

It was the death, it was a garden after the passage of millions of grasshoppers, as barren as the largest of deserts, loaded with flashes of lightning like a hurricane, as potent as the largest of seas, as devastating as only pain can be.

I remember that I tried in every way to kill it.

I asked out the Masters beyond the universe so that they would tell me how I could do, but no one answered me, no one.

One night I hid in a deep cave, determined to kill it or die.

It came, looking for me. I was watching him from a hidden spot.

It had not seen me yet.

The moment it was about to turn its gaze to my direction, a doe up to give birth to her cub roared in pain.

It turned his eyes. It saw her.

The fawn was not able to born. Maybe it was in a bad situation. The deer was doomed. She would die without giving birth to her baby, and the baby would also die.

It forgot about me. It went towards the deer.

It stretched out his skeletal hands towards the retracting animal. She was afraid of it.

But it began a song. A strange song made only of sounds. It was the most beautiful song I had ever heard.

It caressed the doe who relaxed, accepting the help.

I saw those horrible hands moving with the sweetness that only Love knows. I saw the deer being born. I saw the doe licking those hands smelled of pain, and I saw the demon smiling.

The singing stopped, and he took a deep breath.

I didn't wait for him to find me. I came out of my hiding place, going in front of it.

I knelt at its feet. I was sure it gave me death, but I was determined to die because it would not be pain that killed me, but Love.

I had understood.

He caressed my head, just as it did with the doe, and said a single word.

It said, "SON". But it said that with a power that I will never forget.

It turned back and went away. It never came back.

Its brothers come to visit me, the Forgiveness, Understanding, Illusion, Beauty, the Arch of Colors ...

I understood that we create demons when we do not love ourselves, when we cannot feel that we are only a part of all and that we hold all the brothers of demons and angels.

If we kill them, we kill a part of ourselves, and we condemn us to look for another demon and love it. Otherwise, we will never despair again, it is true, but we will never know Love, and we will be condemned to escape from us forever".

from Brotherhood of the Lotus Sutra