If you are just learning to live in the present moment, it takes a while to get the hang of leaving the past and the future alone. It's the ego's for confusion.
See where the story of Rapunzel may be impacting your Love Life
There
were once a man and a woman who had long, in vain, wished for a child.
At length it appeared that God was about to grant their desire.
These people had a little window at the back of their house
from which a splendid garden could be seen, which was full of the most
beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high
wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to an
enchantress, who had great power and was dreaded by all the world.
One day the woman was standing by this window and looking
down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the
most beautiful rampion, and it looked so fresh and green that she
longed for it. She quite pined away, and began to look pale and
miserable.
Her husband was alarmed, and asked: 'What ails you, dear wife?'
'Ah,' she replied, 'if I can't eat some of the rampion, which is in the garden behind our house, I shall die.'
The man, who loved her, thought: 'Sooner than let your wife
die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will.'
At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden
of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it
to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it
greedily. It tasted so good to her - so very good, that the next day
she longed for it three times as much as before.
If he was to have any rest, her husband knew he must once
more descend into the garden. Therefore, in the gloom of evening, he
let himself down again; but when he had clambered down the wall he was
terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him.
'How can you dare,' said she with angry look, 'descend into
my garden and steal my rampion like a thief? You shall suffer for it!'
'Ah,' answered he, 'let mercy take the place of justice, I
only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife saw your
rampion from the window, and felt such a longing for it that she would
have died if she had not got some to eat.
The enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him: 'If
the case be as you say, I will allow you to take away with you as much
rampion as you will, only I make one condition, you must give me the
child which your wife will bring into the world; it shall be well
treated, and I will care for it like a mother.'
The man in his terror consented to everything.
When the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at
once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel, and took it away with her.
Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun.
When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower in
the middle of a forest. The tower had neither stairs nor door, but near
the top was a little window. When the enchantress wanted to go in, she
placed herself beneath it and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she
heard the voice of the enchantress, she unfastened her braided tresses,
wound them round one of the hooks of the window above, and then the
hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed up by it.
After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's son rode
through the forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song, which
was so charming that he stood still and listened. It was Rapunzel, who
in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet voice resound. The
king's son wanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of the
tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had so
deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest
and listened to it.
Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up to her.
'If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my
fortune,' said he, and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went
to the tower and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbed up.
At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man, such as
her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her; but the king's son began to
talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his heart had been
so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he had been forced to
see her. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she
would take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and
handsome, she thought: 'He will love me more than old Dame Gothel
does'; and she said yes, and laid her hand in his.
She said: 'I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know
how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silk every time that you
come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready I will
descend, and you will take me on your horse.'
They agreed that until that time he should come to her every
evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked
nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her: 'Tell me, Dame
Gothel, how it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up
than the young king's son - he is with me in a moment.'
'Ah! you wicked child,' cried the enchantress. 'What do I
hear you say! I thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet
you have deceived me!'
In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses,
wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors with
the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay
on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into
a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.
On the same day that she cast out Rapunzel, however, the
enchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to the
hook of the window, and when the king's son came and cried:
'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'
she let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of
finding his dearest Rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed at
him with wicked and venomous looks.
'Aha!' she cried mockingly, 'you would fetch your dearest, but the
beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest; the cat has got it,
and will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to you; you
will never see her again.'
The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in his
despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the
thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.
He wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots
and berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the loss of his
dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at
length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with the twins to which she
had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a
voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and
when he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept.
Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he
could see with them as before. He led her to his kingdom where he was
joyfully received, and they lived for a long time afterwards, happy and
contented.
Most of us have had to face something similar to this
in life. I want you to know there are happy endings.
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