The forets of the cross

March 12, 2010

Believing that oftentimes others can be inspired by a shared spiritual knowledge, I will attempt to describe to you, dear friend, a magical experience I have had in my life…  

       Each country is gifted with sacred destinations where veiled legends or worshiping places bring thousands of people from all over. Being motivated from their beliefs in pilgrimage they undertake searching for heavenly roots that could create a unique spiritual picture which lasts forever. And the promise of something more, even: witnessing inexplicable events and experiencing strange coincidences which could be your wake up call for reuniting with your real self.  

       After connecting with the tour guide, I joined a group of retirees seeking to travel to exotic locales, and was given instructions for the long journey ahead. It was a bit sad that other young people weren’t as interested in this place and that none of my friends wished to join me on on my trip, but I was so enthusiastic that the age of my traveling companions didn’t matter to me. As I was eagerly awaiting our arrival at the sacred place, the trip felt like days instead of a couple of hours before we finally reached the spot.   

       It was the beginning of the summer and the weather was wonderful. Under the blissful sunshine, trees, and cool breezes, the insects and birds were welcoming us in a jubilant chorus celebrating their forest kingdom. On such days, it is easy to feel that something special is floating in the air and you are able to see divine signs in everything. After we got off the bus, the most dedicated believers started crossing themselves with their fingers, following the Orthodox Christian custom. For them, this was a great honor to be in such a holy place. Some of them were disabled and walking with great difficulty, but their eyes were full of expectation for some miracle. The group scattered around; everyone following his or her own agenda, seeking release from their inner worlds of devotion, pain and hopelessness. First my attention was captured by the sight of 12 little chapels bearing the names of the 12 disciples of Jesus. These chapels were arranged all the way up the hill, leading to the Cross. As a painter myself, I would say that the chapels and the images featured thereon were made from totally dedicated artists. The depicted images of the saints were so real and so spiritual, that tears started streaming down my face…   

       Nowadays we are used to hearing that we don’t need mediators in our personal connection to The Higher Power, symbolized by different names in different religions, but there are images archetypes of our belief of perfection and they are recharged with the enormous faith of their creators - the artists.  

       On my way between the chapels I saw couples heading to touch The Cross, murmuring their prayers, holding hands with closed eyes. Many families believe that in that magical spot, fertility issues could be solved after a heartfelt prayer. I even talked to one of the couples - they were coming back again with their little offspring, and were lighting candles for others who were praying for a child…  

       When I reached the monumental cross, I was confused by the people who were hanging up their clothes on it, following the belief that wearing them later will cure any ailments. So there were piles of different shirts, trousers, towels and baby outfits, which made me somber and full of compassion for all these desperate souls. Then I remembered why peacocks have such beautiful feathers - they feed on thistles and extract from them all the amazing colors.  Maybe that’s why hardships and obstacles come to us in life - to make us magnificent… if only we assimilate them properly.  

       Wandering around, I found a twisted narrow path which lead to few little springs where the water was dripping instead of running, but people were patiently and humbly waiting to touch the sacred stream. Legend says that the blind can recover their sight if they wash the eyes with only a handful of the miraculous liquid, so believers were filling up their bottles with the precious drops. After exploring for many hours in this unique place, I needed some moments of rest, and time for self-contemplation. I found a peaceful meadow on my way and decided to lay down over the grass like a little girl who runs away from the family lunch and is enjoying her freedom. I distinctly remember the moment when I was staring at the sky above, not hearing the voices of the arriving pilgrims, completely open-hearten in my wish to feel God’s grace. You can imagine my astonishment when I sat up and looked down between the embroidery of daisies around me, as I spotted a large four leaf clover! The lucky charm I had been searching for since my childhood! I was so stunned that I couldn’t believe in my eyes. I jumped up in joy like a little kid and exclaimed “Thank you God”! The strange coincidences continued later when darkness came, and people were lighting the area with candles. During the night liturgy, one nocturnal butterfly perched on my right arm (where I had serious aches years ago) and stayed on this place for half of the mass. No, the little creature didn’t start talking to me, just fulfilled his mission - which I was to understand later…  

       For the first time I slept overnight outside, under the open sky. The stars were so inspirational - twinkling and following their cosmic rhythm. In front of my eyes, like a movie screen, I saw all the pictures from the day, so I had very vivid dreams. More of the other travelers found shelter inside of the 12 chapels, or in their cars and vans and I bet they had remembering visions too.

          The next day when I got home after taking a shower I noticed my arm had become red and warm. I started wondering what was happening - I couldn’t remember bruising or it hurting it recently. Eventually I realized that something was missing that I had been living with for many years - the painful feeling from lifting up my arm had completely disappeared! The butterfly had made her magic over my aching arm.  

       I felt a kind of rebirth inside of me, my body was completely relaxed and full of energy no matter of the sleepless night and long traveling. Go figure!   

       Usually small countries like Bulgaria are blessed with breath - taking nature, ancient history and many spots shown in UNESCO world heritage site. For some equilibrium their governments or social systems are chains of misunderstanding,so they can be pretty inaccessible for a foreigner. That’s why exists such spots like “The Forest Of The Cross” where the language, skin color and prejudices are forgotten in the thing which unites us, in the name of miracles!