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As the years passed, the villagers discovered that the pit was also a convenient place to hide their misdeeds and unkind thoughts. Once thrown into the darkness, they no longer had to face their behavior or their loveless impulses. The poor caretaker worked tirelessly, day and night, to contain the stench of the ever-growing heap. But because she never complained, the villagers failed to notice that the pit was swelling — growing higher and wider with every passing day. They simply walked around it without a second glance. The mountain of garbage became part of the scenery, accepted as normal.

Until one day, something happened that had never happened before. A roaring sound erupted from the center of the pit — an ominous rumbling that shook the ground beneath the village. The earth quivered and cracked. A groaning, thunderous bellow echoed across the land. Flames burst forth, sending ash into the sky, darkening the villagers’ homes and leaving a bitter taste in their mouths.

Then the roar twisted into a sinister, piercing screech that reached the far corners of the world. The villagers tried desperately to silence the hateful sound, but nothing they did could stop it. The screech grew louder and louder until their ears throbbed and bled. Their eyes were drawn — hypnotically, unwillingly — to the mountain of garbage they themselves had created. With widening eyes, they peered into the pit.

Questions tumbled from their lips in disbelief. “Where did this pit come from?” “How did this happen?” “Why did we not see it?” But the scream from the pit drowned out their voices.

Then, two old wise sages stood at the edge of the mountain of mis-creations. “We must witness what we have hidden for eons,” they said. “Let us witness without attaching, without attacking, and without judgment.”

The villagers nodded. Silence fell. One by one, each villager looked upon their own part in the making of the mountain. They faced their fears and witnessed the innermost thoughts they had tried to bury. Many trembled, yet they remained steadfast until every last mis-deed, mis-creation, and hidden thought had been seen.

Then something wondrous occurred.

The garbage began to rise — piece by piece — lifting upward toward a brilliant light that appeared in the sky. As each piece touched the light, it dissolved, leaving only golden radiance in its place.

The villagers watched in awe as the mountain shrank — smaller and smaller and smaller — until at last it was gone.

The screaming ceased. The wailing stopped. The light poured down into each villager, filling their hearts with a new sensation. Love, warmth, and peace flowed through them and toward one another. Laughter bubbled up. Joy spread. Many began to dance.

Then a child’s voice rang out: “Look! Look at the pit!”

All heads turned. What they saw took their breath away. The pit was now filled with stunning flowers — colors so vivid they had never been seen before. A heavenly fragrance drifted through the air.

And then the caretaker appeared. No longer haggard or soiled, she stood before them luminous and beautiful. With a gentle smile, she raised her hands and the crowd fell silent.

“My name is Verity,” she said. “And I proclaim: Well done, my friends. Well done. You have witnessed your mis-creations without attaching, without attacking, without defending, and without judging yourselves or others. The Old Way is over. The Awakening has begun. Go forth in happiness. Love yourselves and one another. You are returning to your True Self.”