High in the mountains there is a spring, flowing
wild and rushing through the rocks, changing into sparkling waterfalls and
continuing as a wide river into the valley. A water spirit is master of
Once a village was in the valley. In ancient times people
of the village had paid honor to the water spirit for the clear water it
provided for the people. As time went by people forgot him and they started
to disrespect the water. They even dumped all their garbage into the water,
for the river to carry it away. On top of that they started to use the river
as bathroom so they would not have to go to the longer distance to the edge
of the woods.
The spirit of the spring became angry and stopped the flow
of water. The river in the valley became smaller and smaller and dried up
totally. The people had managed to save the last bits of water in jars and
bottles. It was all the water they had now. It was decided to form a delegation
to send to the mountains to find the water spirit and to ask him why he
had closed the spring. After many days of climbing they had found the location
of the spring and offered two young goats. They asked for the reason of
the closure of the spring. A mighty voice came out of the rocks: when you
will honor me in the right way by respecting the water that I give you,
then I will reopen the spring.
The delegation came down from the mountains
and the people decided to ration the remaining water. Every day, when the
sun was at its highest, the community came together at the dry river bed
and each person drank three drops of water in complete silence to honor
the water spirit.
In the village was a poor orphan boy, called Joy. He
lived in a old shack at the foot of the mountain and begged for a living.
He had been going with the community to the river bed for six days and had
drank the three drops of water each day. During the night of the seventh
day, he became so thirsty and feverish that he had visions. He saw how the
entire valley became one green meadow, full of beautiful flowers and tall
trees. In the middle of the valley he saw a deep and dark lake. He laid
down at the edge of it and drank all the water he could. The he started
to run to the center of the lake. The water rose to his knees, his waist,
his shoulders and finally he was submerged. He found the most shining colors
all around him, even more beautiful than the rainbow. He heard music: flutes,
drums, harps…and it was so much more beautiful than he had ever heard. Invisible
hands were caressing with every step he made. He walked on and on, deeper
and deeper, as he cared only for one thing: to find the center of this wonderful
world of a lake.
He woke up and his thirst was bigger than before and
it was almost noon. Good he had woken up just on time. He took his water
jug and rushed to the river bed to join the now daily ceremony. He was just
on time. The elder of the community made the sign to start drinking the
three drops of water. In that moment of silence, Joy put his water jug to
his lips and drank and drank as much as he could. The rest he pored over
his body enjoying the coolness of the water. The entire community was shocked!
Somebody shouted: "He has insulted the water spirit!" They grabbed
Joy and decided he should die at the very spot he had insulted the water
spirit. They would to burn him alive to wipe out all traces of this horrible
crime. A tall pole was erected in the river bed and wood was carried and
gathered around the pole. Joy was tied to the pole and the fire was lit.
Suddenly the mighty voice of the water spirit sounded: "Stop! Stop
your disgusting work! Joy is the only one who has honored me!" At the
same moment the water came rushing through the river bed, extinguished the
fire and smashed the pole down. Joy was standing in the middle of the water,
drinking it and letting himself be carried away by the oncoming waves.