Hello, you big heart! Today I want to tell you a story. It's about a Peruvian cocoa bean. Or even better: It tells you its story itself...
The rhythmic vibration of footsteps spreads through my mother tree. Four adults, two children and a dog. Over the months I spent at the tree, I was able to develop a pretty good sense of who is hanging around in our area.
What if they've come to get me? I get nervous, start to sweat. I try to nudge one of my siblings with my nonexistent elbow to ask for advice. No reaction!
What's happening here? Hello?!
The cocoa fruit, which until now had always been hanging at an angle from the trunk of my mother tree, is in free fall! As if in slow motion, I hear my siblings cheering. It may seem to be good for them, but don't they see the danger?
We hit the ground. Thanks to the thick shell and our compact seating arrangement, nothing happens to me or my fellow beans. I am just a little shocked. "The worst is over now!" I tell myself. My eye twitches nervously.
But things were about to get even more intense.
A warm hand reaches for my home and lifts us into the air. What is she up to? Is she friendly towards me?
CRACK!
My beloved fruit bowl takes a hit.
CRACK!
And another one. Suddenly I see light! Stop, I can see? Apparently so! Oh my God, and I thought I was born without sight. Fascinating! Woooooooow.....
But back to my adventure!
I went through quite a journey in a faint state, or so I was told afterwards. It's a shame that I wasn't able to experience it fully consciously. First of all, the climate-friendly transport through the jungle. Then the fermentation and the trip across the Atlantic. The latter was probably rather boring, so it probably wasn't such a bad thing to sleep through it.
It is only in the port of Amsterdam that I come to again. Awakened by the calls of euphoric dock workers, I find myself in a gigantic, translucent sack. Surrounded by countless other sacks, full of organically grown cocoa beans, just like me.
Yippee!
I realize the purpose of this journey. The old, wise beans have always told of the prophecy that only the tastiest cocoa beans will be rewarded. Legend has it that those that shine the most beautifully and taste the richest find their way across the pond. Then, they said, these chosen beans are taken to a very special place: the factory.
I can still remember that this last word - The Manufactory - was always pronounced extremely dramatically by the old and wise. Almost reverently.
Nice fairy tale, I used to think... Is this my fate? Am I one of the chosen ones? But am I not just a normal, not so special bean? One of many! Do I even deserve this fame? And what if I disappoint someone? If I am underqualified?
A thousand thoughts are racing through my head. Each one worse than the last and none of them helpful at all.
At some point, after examining every doubt from all sides six times, I realized that my mental nonsense was not contributing to my situation in any way.
The fact was: I am on my way to a very special place. The Shangri-La of cocoa beans. Somewhere in the depths of Lower Franconia, so the legend goes. And what can I do about it?
Absolutely nothing. Nada. Niente.
So what should we do? Then exactly that: nothing .
So I'm going to spend the rest of my odyssey doing nothing professionally. The ancient Chinese called it Wu Wei . The Art of Non-Doing in English. Easier said than done, because anyone who has ever tried to do nothing for a long time quickly realises how unusual and impossible it is. How deeply the patterns of doing and making are ingrained in us. After all, there is always something to do. Always an expectation to live up to. If not your own, then at least someone else's.
After the first biological transformation through fermentation and drying, I am now experiencing my second transformation. That of my mind. The awareness of my inner world, my thoughts and feelings.
A world of its own, with mountains of movement and valleys of calm. Filled with lakes of tears and forests of love. Here and there a bird of ecstasy chirps and echoes down to the fields of hope, where each year the fruits of gratitude are harvested anew. Sown in trust for tomorrow and grown in devotion to the moment. On my journey through Holland and Germany I am overcome by a deep understanding. For myself, my fellow beans and the whole world in all its complexity. With the ultimate realization that it took this incredibly unlikely chain of circumstances to bring me to this unique point in the history of cocoa beans. This conclusion gave me the courage to accept my further adventure with my bowl held high and my heart open. To give the course of things the chance to turn this short bean life into a firework display of uniqueness. All signs point to letting go and it is with this feeling that I reach my destination - the factory .
What the old people forgot to tell us was this suspiciously good-natured guy who welcomed me and my bean family.
He has this look on his face that says, "Oh yeah, you're finally here!" It makes me feel uneasy and that's okay. I've learned to deal with my emotions.
Wow... We heard a few welcoming words and beautiful, rhythmic music. Now and then the mysterious stranger even performed a dance for us. It wasn't necessary for me, but it definitely didn't bother us either.
After a short time, I noticed that more and more of my siblings were being taken out of their lovely, warm jute sack. There was a rumor going around that they were being gently roasted, which I was soon able to experience for myself.
And how it smelled! It reminded me a little of the film Chocolat with Johnny Depp. Only a little less French. The roasting turns out to be just 20 minutes of hanging out in really hot air.
Sauna is probably more accurate!
Then the process of so-called homogenization began. It was time to become one. From the shell and from coarse to small. Until I found myself in a liquid, creamy and, above all, delicious mass. I like to call it the universe or cocoa consciousness. There was no form within this mass. No you and me, just being. Very calming and somehow cool. It was clear to me that I (= the universe) could not remain liquid forever. Everything is changing - including my form of existence. This is how I found my provisional figure at a cool 7°C. In the form of a sacred geometry.
Ready to act.
Ready to nourish.
Ready to merge.
And that is exactly how it should be. But the story of human transformation is quite different. And not for today either.
In chocolate love,
Through the ears straight into the heart
I share my journey of discovery in the areas of spirituality, personal development and relationships in the Kakao Mischa Podcast.
Comments
Dankeschön für diese wunderschöne Geschichte das bringt einen mal auf andere Gedanken ganz liebe Grüße ♥️
Eine Hommage an die Kakaobohne❤️
Vielen Dank ♥️ so schöööön!!!!
Wow, ich hätte niemals gedacht, dass mich die Geschichte einer Kakaobohne so berührt. Vielen Dank! Ich werde meinen Kakao in Ehren genießen und voller Liebe sowie Dankbarkeit trinken. 🥰🙏🏼♥️
Hallo Mischa,wunderschöne Geschichte der Kaffeebohne.Meine erste Bestellung ist auf dem Weg.Ich freue ich sehr darauf.Ich hatte das Glück die Schokolade bei meiner Tochter, zu probieren durch die ich jetzt auch bei euch Kundin geworden bin. Bis bald,Brigitte
Die Geschichte hat mir ganz wunderbar gefallen. Sie passt so wunderbar in diesen kalten und sonneglitzernden Januartag.
Danke!
Sooooo schön 🥰
Soooo toll geschrieben, die wunderbare Geschichte der Kakaobohne 🤩 herzlichen Dank für diesen mitreissenden Bericht. Meine Bestellung erfolgt sogleich, dank der Empfehlung von @mama.herz … so wertvoll diese Seite kennenzulernen, bin gespannt auf meinen Bohnen, äh Kakaogenuss😊🌟
Herzallerliebster Mischa,
zuallererst mein Herzen Dank,für die so liebevoll verpackte Ware die vor 3 Tagen bei mir ankam.
Gestern war es dann soweit,für die erste Zeremonie mit der wundervoll gestalteten Yoni.Dazu habe ich mir die Geschichte der kleinen Kakaobohne durchgelesen.Es passte irgendwie alles zusammen.
Diese Geschichte ist soo wundervoll geschrieben,ich habe geschmunzelt,gelacht und dann sind die Tränen geflossen.Ich hatte das Gefühl,ich bin die kleine Bohne.
Durch MAMA Kakao hat sich in mir etwas geöffnet,was ich noch nicht in Worte fassen kann,einfach unbeschreiblich.
Ich habe noch ein Stück Weg vor mir und es werden noch viele Tränen fließen,weiß aber, daß ich es schaffen werde,weil Mama Kakao mir dabei auf magische Weise hilft.
Lieber Mischa,ich danke dir von Herzen für dein Wirken und Sein.Du bist so ein Geschenk für die Menschheit,die den Weg zu dir gefunden haben.
Ich wünsche dir von ganzem Herzen das allerbeste und sei reich gesegnet.
In tiefer Verbundenheit und Liebe
Kerstin
Lieber Mischa, WOW, welch schöne Geschichte der wunderbaren Kakaobohne🙏. Sie wärmt mein Herz und zaubert ein Lächeln in mein Gesicht. Herzlichen Dank dafür und ein Namaste. 🥰
Das ist wirklich ein wunderschöner, aufklärender und humorvoller Blog. Vielen lieben Dank 🙏🏽
LG
Latifa
Eine wunderschöne Story, sehr anrührend und in die Seele fließend. ( auch in
meine Augen.) Jeder Mensch müßte 1 mal im Leben eine Kakaobohne sein,
dann wäre die Welt eine bessere und friedlichere.
schönen Sonntag wünscht Dagmar!!!
Hallo Mischa,
wie wunderbar geschrieben, toll. Immer wenn ich muffige Laune habe werde ich auf diese Seite gehen. Die Kakaobohne macht Freude, gute Laune und Hoffnung auf wunderbare Zeiten. Danke das es das hier gibt:)
Pamela