Izzy and Her Magic Potion

IZZY and Her Magic Potion

Izzy, the porcupine, was busy all the time.  What her family and other porcupine community members didn't know, was what  she was building for herself behind the scenes.

They all focused and talked about her behind her back, for it was likely that they did not want to face their own realities. It seemed to be easier to blame Izzy for all the miss doings and some of the wrong goings in their lives than perhaps taking a look at what was taking place in their own lives.

Izzy, on the other hand, although it hurt her feelings greatly, decided to turn around and secretly,  quietly, build her own little Empire.

An Empire that would raise and elevate her soul in unimaginable ways, that in time, others all around the world would love to reach as well. Something else  they did not know was that despite their criticism and talking of Izzy, in turn, when they discovered what she was doing, they would want to follow her footsteps, but not yet... not... quite... yet...

She woke up and put her flowery apron on and walked towards the miniature kitchen that she had, where she prepared her magic potion. It was a combination of essences, herbs and spices and several drops, drops and more drops of love and joy and a few other secret ingredients. 

A syrup that would not only be palatable but also of great yummy to taste. It was going to be a potent potion of upliftment, that would also bring magic and awareness in  unforseen and delightful  ways.

In the background, she felt that all her family would talk about and think was, that she was not moving forward with her life, for she was not making any money. At least not the thousands and thousands of dollars that were expected from her to receive or to proclaim, as she should work in a way they thought she ought to work.

Their expectations of her were never met, nor would they ever be. However, it was still a mystery of why Izzy, even though so busy, would never make any money, yet instead her riches came from a different source, the real source. A source so magical, so bountiful, so enchanting and exhilarating, that not one penny nor all the millions and millions of dollars of the world would replace this wonderful treasure and riches. A secret she would keep until the end.

Yet it was something that everybody was seeking and searching for, in many different forms of attainment.

"Ah," she thought! "If they only knew, how magical they were, misery would subside to exist in all its facets and forms in this beautiful Earth."

She grabbed a large wooden spoon, dipped it in the pot and stirred it a few more times. Then she lifted the filled elaborated dripping spoon and slurped, tasted it, felt it and said: 

"Ah! yes! It's ready. It's perfect."

A broad smile covered her face as she grabbed the ceramic container for it to be sealed and aged. She put a sticker on it with beautiful flowers and hearts that said:

"For my family, Humanity to be used in 2044."