A beautiful soul was ready to separate from all that is, and make the journey to experience itself in a body; to share the love and joy that it came from, and was made of.
It looked over an amazing, abundant world saw that many did not have enough to eat. It saw many had forgotten the magic that is in life, and therefore in them. It saw that the plentiful food the world provided was not shared fairly and that the seed, the source of so much food, was so often discarded in its preparation.
The soul decided it wanted to make a difference and bring magic, meaning, love and plenty. It decided “I will be a seed.”
The soul chose to be a boy, to be born into a loving family that stretched across the world; in a community that had often failed to be appreciated, where many young lives had lost their way. He chose to be a farmer’s son yet live in a city, because growth can happen anywhere.
So, the boy was born. He did not remember his source, or the journey he had made to get there, but his soul’s desire was strong, and his passion was seeds.
As he grew, he learned to grow things at his father’s side. He found joy in the journey of seed to food. He saw in it not only the magic of something so small, and often so insignificant looking, being the source of growth, beauty and nourishment, but also the miracle of one producing plenty, with time and nurture. He was skilled at nurture and he gave time freely.
As he became an adult, he found love and with her the seed of his body produced sons, new souls to share his magic and start journeys of their own; a family to nurture each other.
He shared his love of seeds and the seed of his purpose began to grow. Other souls began to hear his message, and those with common purpose were drawn to him – together they nurtured understanding of the miracle of the seed and the seed of his mind began to flourish. He shared seeds all over the world and they started to take root. His passion began to bear fruit… and the seeds brought forth more seeds.
Then one night his soul whispered, ‘it is time for the seed shell to be left behind so the plant may grow” and his body said okay … I am ready to be part of everything again.
There was such sadness, as he was loved and beautiful – but the seed of his soul continues to produce and grow. Sadness and grief at the loss of his physical presence has been like the wind blowing the seed of his soul further, across the world and time. He was a good, strong seed… and now there are many, and they grow hope for this world and many in it.
Share D’All. 4th August 2019
Written after hearing about Esiah on the Food Programme on Radio 4 whilst driving home from my mother’s house. He was the founder of Seeds Share. https://when-it-works.com/story/seeding-change-esiah-levy/
I hope his family are okay with me sharing this story, which is my imagining and not meant to be an accurate account of the detail of his life; unfortunately I have not been successful in finding a way to check.
Photo by: DarrenHester
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