It was another magical day on Steemia. The planet was snuggling down into a big cloud. The fog was spreading and soon the visibility became close to zero. “It’s time”, she decided and stood up. The fear burst in her head the same way the fog invaded the mountain. She breathed in the fresh mountain air deeply. The rock was slippery from the mist and it was becoming difficult for her to balance on it. She closed her eyes and made the first step into the white cloud in front of her, her first step into flying.
Not all of the Steemians were able to fly. And one could only find out trying. There was no option to just jump from a roof. Simply breaking a leg wasn’t a fear that could unlock that power. Only life-threatening attempt to fly could give you results. Preparation also needed to take place for the Steemians in order to succeed. She did everything the Teacher said. It wasn’t easy but she managed. Her mind was cleaned from all things attaching her to the ground. No bad feelings, no good feelings, no ego. The only thing left was the fear and this is why she needed to wait until this exact day, when the fog is going to cover the grounds. ”We don’t fear the things we don’t know exist” – the teacher said, and she understood. There were no cliffs, no forest, and no big drop in the deep white cloud in front of her. She believed and she flew…