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The Story of 'Guardian of the Water'

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Hidden deep within the land, where the trees whispered and the earth hummed with ancient songs there was a spring that emerged from the mossy ground, in the woodland, the source, connected to the depths of the Earth. The water flowed clear as glass, cool as dawn and rich with the wisdom of the world. Those who stumbled upon it found more than just a place to drink; they found solace, renewal and the stirring of something long forgotten — a quiet remembering of their own depths.

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It was said that the spring was guarded, not by walls or gates, but by something unseen yet ever-present. A presence woven into the water itself, a wisdom that stretched across time.

 

Those who listened carefully could hear it in the ripple of the Earth, like currents, in the way the magnetic polarities stirred, mist hung to the surface at first light. The water carried the touch of one who had long since made it her sanctuary — a girl once forsaken, now eternal in the flow of rivers and tides.

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She had come here once as a child, cast adrift in a world that should have held her close. She had felt things too deeply, wanted more than the world was willing to give; more love, more kindness and more understanding. She cared too much, wanting to heal the pain of those that wanted to hide their wounds deep within themselves.

 

She asked for truths when silence was easier to bear, they just wanted her to accept the ways of the world. She reached out for warmth when the world had grown cold. She expected tenderness, where none was offered, she withdrew, but for this, they called her difficult.

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They whispered that she was too intense, too sensitive, too unwilling to accept the world as it was.

 

She should have learned to not ask for more; not so deeply, not to feel as though love should be freely given. Those that were her family also withdrew.

 

They turned their backs, as if her yearning was a burden, as if her presence alone demanded more than they were willing to give.

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She learned to disappear, to become invisible, in presence; to turn inward, to carry her grief where no one could see.

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But the water saw.

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It did not flinch from her longing, nor shrink from the depths of her sorrow. It did not call her foolish for hoping, nor tell her she expected too much. It welcomed her, just as she was — bruised, wondering, seeking. She knelt in the soft earth at the edge of the spring, the water held her reflection without distortion. It told her she was not too much; she was exactly as she was meant to be.

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And so, she stayed.

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She learned the language of water — the way it carried sorrow without being over bearing, the way it moved around obstacles without losing itself. In time, her pain became wisdom and her wisdom became magic. The water whispered her name to the rivers, to the rain, to the ocean waves. Wherever the water flowed, so too did her gift.

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Her family did not her wholeness, nor did they seek to understand what they had cast aside. Others came; the lost, the weary, the seekers of peace, those that knew enlightenment. They knelt in the spring, washing away burdens too heavy to bear alone.

 

They left lighter, clearer, as if the water had spoken something into them—a truth long waiting to be remembered.

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In time, others rose as guardians, their spirits entwined with the sacred waters, each protecting the springs that would nourish the world.

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Now, across the lands, from hidden wells to mighty rivers, the 'Guardians' stand watch. The water, once a place of quiet refuge for a lonely girl, has become a sanctuary for all who seek it. The spring still flows, carrying her wisdom in every ripple, reaching those who need it most, healing not only bodies but the unseen wounds of the soul.

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And so, the legend lives—whenever one touches the water at a spring, feeling its cool touch against their skin, embracing the magic of the water, they may hear the whisper of the 'Guardian'. A voice in the current, a presence in the flow. A reminder that water, like wisdom, is meant to be heard and shared; the voice of the healer is carried through the ancient waterways.

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Water is a healer, a carrier of the message of God, a sacred Covenant of Truth - currently Amanda is living and working in Glastonbury, please book into time on retreat, through the loving arms of the Christ Family experienced through the waters. Mary Magdelene was truly heard by Jesus/Yeshua, she represents the oracle of truth being seen and heard beyond the oppressions of patriarchy, through a deeply enlightened heart, that understood all, listening, loving and caring with truth, Yeshua.