Running through the woods, Jane moves faster and hears footsteps faster following her. Jane turns her head and continues to run. Her heart beats faster and faster as she hears the footsteps grow louder and louder. Jane looks back only to see nothing. Yet, she hears the footsteps. “Is anyone there?”, Jane screams as she stops. “Come out wherever you are, I am not afraid of you. When Jane turns around, behold there is a trail. A trail that she has never seen before. A little boy whispers to her, “Come, follow me”. Jane runs after the little boy and dashes through the trail. The little boy is dressed in a long white robe and seems to have what looks like a heart shaped locket. The little boy opens the locket and out comes a butterfly.The butterfly has the most amazing design and colors. The wings of the butterfly move so freely and swiftly through the crisp air. Jane's eyes are enchanted by the butterfly and she can't take her eyes off it's course. The butterfly moves in a circle and three times around Jane and then flies back to the little boy inside the heart shaped locked. The heart shaped Locket then disappears out of the boy “s hands. “Where are you taking me?” “Come, follow me, the little boy whispers again. Jane follows the young boy to an open field. “What is this, where is this,” Jane says to the little boy. “You decide, come with me.” The little boy then claps three times and there appears a new trail. This time the trail leads to what looks like a cemetery. The cemetery looks dark and there is an old black bird that appears on tops of the gate at the front entrance of the cemetery. The headstones from the graves all appear to have the same message, "heart of stone"? from Jane's eyes. "Why do all these headstones say the same thing", Jane whispered, looking bamboozled. What is this, where are you taking me? Breathe, the little boy insists. Just breathe. Someone wants to see you. A cloud appears and then appears an older woman moves closer to Jane. “Jane, Jane”, the woman screams louder and louder. Look at me, yes, you, look at me. I am your reflection. This will be what you look like in the future if you do not follow the trail of your dreams. I am your reflection. You have the strength walk to the trail of life. You decide. Follow the trail of life, or the trail of death to your grave. The bitterness and hostility you have for those that have betrayed you will eat away at your flesh. The headstones that you saw, indeed all said the same thing, "heart of stone". Look at the two reflections in front of you. "Jane, what are you going to do with the reflection you see"? You can change where you are only if you see your reflection. You choose. The cemetery that you saw could be a garden. Full of wonder, excitement, joy and peace. The graves that you saw were filled with people who did not forgive and who all had a heart of stone. The garden of life will lead to a life full of peace, fulfillment, and happiness. Forgive yourself and forgive others. Listen to your heart and follow your dreams. The butterfly appears to Jane again and drops the heart shaped locket in her hands. Do not allow bitterness and hatred to consume you. This can determine Jane, where you go. Do you wish to stay in this cemetery or can we walk the trail to the garden of life and happiness. The darkness will only last for a short time if you open your heart". You must remember to release yourself to bitterness, envy and hatred. These things will surely lead you back to the cemetery you saw walking. Look at and feel the present moment. Jane looks down at the heart shaped locket in her hands and opens it. Out goes the butterfly and flies high in the air. A mirror appears and Jane walks through it. The butterfly whispers to Jane, follow me. Now is your time to choose your path. “Where are we going?”
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