Saturday, March 26, 2011
The Lighthouse was Turned Off
There was a small lighthouse, in a region far away, on a high cliff.
The sea was very dangerous at that area because there were many rocks that could lead to craft disasters, if no one spotted danger in time.
For this reason, a lighthouse was built to allow ships to pass safely through the site.
The lighthouse thought its life was very monotonous. It envied vessels that passed in the distance. It also felt jealous of seagulls that kept flying through the air and could get to know foreign lands. It even felt jealous of the stars that shined in the sky every night.
But he lived there, still. It never moved; day after day, night after night….
Its only distraction was the lighthouse keeper; that is, the man who looked after him. Every day, at dusk, his light was lit. then the small lighthouse stood there, spinning around….
The lighthouse keeper lived alone and was the only person who existed in the vicinity. One day he fell ill in bed, burning with fever. He was unable to get up and perform his customary obligations.
That night, nobody turned on the light of the lighthouse…
The lighthouse was surprised by that, because this had never happened before. It felt even stranger to see darkness around it. Everything was dark...
Heavy clouds covered the sky on that night, heralding the storm. Soon later, a strong wind began to blow and rain fell in torrents. The lighthouse was not able to see anything; it just listened to the rain that fell and the sound of the waves...
The lighthouse fell asleep. On the next day, once the first rays of the sun could be seen, it looked at had happened overnight.
A canoe was swept away by the waves, hitting against the rocks. A fishing boat that was always used to the light of the lighthouse pointing the way, hit the rocks, capsizing.
Even a large ship which was en route to distant lands, got stuck between the rocks, unable to leave.
The small lighthouse could see the extent of the tragedy that happened by the lack of its light. It was only then it realized how important its job was.
People were rescued in time and the lighthouse keeper was taken to a hospital to receive the necessary medical care.
There was now someone replacing the man in his daily tasks. This person was now responsible for turning on the lighthouse while the keeper was not healed and ready to go back to work.
From that day, the lighthouse never regretted its destiny. It fulfilled its task with good will and love.
It could be seen spinning happily every night...
Whoever saw it, by far, might notice that the light became brighter and more alive.
Source: O Consolador – Weekly Spiritist Magazine
Author: Célia Xavier Camargo
Translation: Carolina von Scharten, London, linked to BUSS - The British Union of Spiritist Societies
Thanks Carolina Von Scharten