Maybe this story happened. Maybe it didn’t. Or maybe it someday will.
Once upon a time there lived, or should I say there existed, a young man named Wilbur. I say “existed” because Wilbur was not very happy. And to be happy is to be alive. To be sad is simply to exist.
Wilbur felt that there was something missing in his life. He always felt empty inside.
Then one day Wilbur decided he would do something about his emptiness. So he went to the pantry for food, then he cooked a very large meal in the hopes that if he filled his belly this empty feeling would go away.
But after a few bites he had no interest in the food. He had no appetite.
As he played with the drab food on the plate with his fork, and feeling hopeless about things, he thought he heard someone giggle. Yes – there it was again. Another giggle.
From out of nowhere a little girl appeared with wonderful wings and wearing a glowing halo.
“Who are you?” asked a surprised Wilbur.
“I am your guardian angel,” answered the little girl. “I am here to help you find happiness.”
“I feel empty inside… hollow. If I could only regain my appetite and finish this meal, I would feel full and content with myself,” reasoned Wilbur.
The little angel giggled again then flew over to the kitchen counter and picked up a salt shaker. When she returned to the table she said, “This is what you need,” and began sprinkling salt onto Wilbur’s meal. “Now taste your food,” she said with complete confidence.
Wilbur stuck his fork into the food and lifted it up to his mouth. He took a bite and began to chew.
“Mmmm,” he said, while licking his lips. “This now has a more interesting taste. Thanks for making my meal more savory.” Wilbur liked the taste of the food so much that he ate and ate, until he had completely stuffed himself.
As he looked down at his big belly he realized that he was still sad. “How can I be stuffed full of food and still have an empty feeling?” he wondered. Then Wilbur turned his gaze towards the bookshelf. “Perhaps if I could fill my head with lots and lots of knowledge, my life would no longer feel empty,” he thought.
So Wilbur went over to the bookshelf and brought a book back to the table. He began to read the book with great hope and anticipation as the little angel looked on.
After reading a few pages Wilbur became disinterested and slammed the book down on the table. “I can’t seem to absorb any of the information in this book. It’s boring stuff,” he said,
The angel then flew over to the pantry and picked out a strange new salt shaker that Wilbur had never seen before.
“You need more salt,” said the angel with a heavenly smile.
But when Wilbur looked at her new saltshaker he was puzzled. “It looks empty,” he said.
This made the angel giggle again. “You can’t see it because it is a very special kind of salt. It is spiritual salt.” The angel then flew over to Wilbur and began sprinkling the magical spiritual salt on his head.
“What is spiritual salt?” enquired Wilbur. “And why are you pouring it on my head?”
“This special salt has all the properties of table salt. What ordinary salt does for food, this salt does for knowledge. It makes information more interesting and appealing,” said the angel in a most sweet tone.
Suddenly Wilbur began to feel the effects of the spiritual salt and began to dig into the book as if it were a plate of the most delicious food. Now Wilbur was beginning to feel full of happiness. Not because he was gaining more knowledge, but from gaining the desire to do something useful with it.
“I could help a lot of people if I put this knowledge to good use,” said Wilbur who was now very pleased with himself. He felt a new sense of love towards others and this filled his heart with happiness.
“Your desire to conjoin knowledge to acts of goodness symbolizes the way common salt brings water and oil together. Seeking knowledge for the purpose of being useful in the world is what makes everything more savory to one’s inner spirit,” said the angel.
“Every time you remember this lesson, I will be shaking this special invisible salt over your head.”