🔥🌾🌱 Straw, Coal, and Bean

 

🔥🌾🌱 Straw, Coal, and Bean

“The Three That Crossed the Flame”
A Tale of Alchemy, Elemental Courage, and the Power of Unlikely Unity
Book Twenty-Seven of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance

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🌕 Once upon a time in the hush before dawn…

The Hearth Mother stirred her cauldron.

She called forth three humble beings to carry her message to the Four Corners of the world.

• Straw, golden and light, born of Earth and Sun

• Coal, ember of Fire and Memory

• Bean, sacred seed of Potential and Breath

They had never left the hearth before.
They did not know the roads.
But they knew the Mother’s voice.

“The world has forgotten how small things carry great truths,”
she said. “Go. Travel together. Face your test.”

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🌿 The Journey Begins

The three set off, awkwardly at first.

Straw itched at everything.
Coal kept flaring with worry.
Bean was always asking questions.

But as they traveled, they began to understand each other.

• Straw showed how to bend and weave paths.

• Coal remembered the warmth of old stories.

• Bean sang to the soil and made things grow.

They were alchemical opposites,
but their friction created transformation.

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🌉 The Great Stream of Reflection

They reached a stream that mirrored not their bodies,
but their essence.

Each had to cross without losing what made them sacred.

Straw feared the water would unravel him.
Coal feared it would quench him.
Bean feared she would sprout and forget to move.

But they helped each other:

• Straw floated across with Bean atop his back.

• Coal leapt stone to stone with Straw’s encouragement.

• Bean whispered thanks to the water for holding their reflection.

All three made it. Together.

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🌟 The Trial of the Laughing Wind

A trickster spirit appeared,
mocking their humble forms, trying to make them forget:

“You are too small to matter. The world only honors iron and oil.”

But the trio didn’t shout.
They laughed—not at themselves,
but at the illusion of greatness.

And with that laugh, the spirit vanished.
Their laughter was not mocking—it was medicine.

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✨ Moral of the Sacred Tale:

Even the smallest spark, stalk, or seed carries the universe.

Alchemy begins not with power, but with companionship.

The sacred always walks quietly at first,
until it’s laughed into being.