The Seed of God

The Seed Within

There came a time when I felt something sacred stirring deep inside me—a seed of divine origin, quiet but unmistakable. I chose to honor it. I fed it with thoughts rooted in love, actions steeped in peace, and a commitment to truth and freedom. I guarded it fiercely, never letting the world’s noise corrupt its purity.

As the years passed, I saw others around me abandon their own seeds—trading them for approval, power, or comfort. Some fed theirs with fear until they shriveled and vanished. The world tried to convince me to do the same. It offered illusions, bargains, threats. But I held fast. I could not be bought. I would not be broken.

So the world did what it does when it cannot control a soul—it tried to erase me. It came with force, with ridicule, with overwhelming odds. And yes, I was crushed. My ego, my outer self, was trampled.

But then something extraordinary happened.

I discovered that I had not died. I had only shed what was never truly me. I looked inward, to the place where the seed had once been—and in its place stood a radiant tree. Towering. Luminous. Rooted in the earth, crowned in light.

The world came again, this time with machines and weapons. But they failed. Their tools broke. Their power dissolved. And when the dust settled, the little egos of the world gathered their broken toys and left.

That’s when I understood: I was never the one lying in the dirt. I was the tree. Magnificent. Unshakable. Fed by the earth, lit by the divine

I no longer needed the world. Now the world needed me.