Your work is not to drag the world
kicking and screaming into a new awareness
Your job is to simply do your work...
Sacredly, Secretly, and Silently...
and those with 'eyes to see and ears to hear'
will respond
-- Arcturian
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Story
First, there was a world
Then someone created a story about the world
And then another and another
And then another and another
The stories were told millions and millions time
and everyone forgot the world
The story we chose to listen to became our belief about the world
The world became a concept in our mind the story told
One night
A little girl looked up at the sky
And saw the world smiling at her
"Who are you?" The little girl asked?
"I am the world"
"You mean the world in our story?"
"I am always here, with your story or not"
"You mean, a story is not needed to know you?"
"Of course not, people become too busy with their story that they forget I am actually here"
The little girl chatted with the world all night long
They became good friends
Sometimes the world is a great magician who like to play hide and seek
He can be the wind who goes around the mountains and the valley
He can be the sun that warms the earth and awaken the flowers
He can be the rain that renews the land and feeds the rivers
He can be the rock that stands for a million years
He can also be the mayfly who lives less than a day
In many forms and in all forms the world exists
and in you and in me
"So tell me about story, if we don't need a story to know you, why was there story to begin with" the little girl asked.
"A story is an image, it wraps a vision, and the feelings that go along, it is alive, it is a living dream that will grow into reality, it is part of creation.."
"So each of us should have a story about ouselves, not about you, not about our past, but a living one that exists now, one that reflects the aliveness within us and you?"
"Yes, one that is you, that is life, not something dead that you attach to because I am definitely not dead :)"
"Sure!" the little girl smiled, in her mind a story began to form.
"and in my story there will always be you!" the little girl told the world.
One night
A little girl looked up at the sky
And saw the world smiling at her
"Who are you?" The little girl asked?
"I am the world"
"You mean the world in our story?"
"I am always here, with your story or not"
"You mean, a story is not needed to know you?"
"Of course not, people become too busy with their story that they forget I am actually here"
The little girl chatted with the world all night long
They became good friends
Sometimes the world is a great magician who like to play hide and seek
He can be the wind who goes around the mountains and the valley
He can be the sun that warms the earth and awaken the flowers
He can be the rain that renews the land and feeds the rivers
He can be the rock that stands for a million years
He can also be the mayfly who lives less than a day
In many forms and in all forms the world exists
and in you and in me
"So tell me about story, if we don't need a story to know you, why was there story to begin with" the little girl asked.
"A story is an image, it wraps a vision, and the feelings that go along, it is alive, it is a living dream that will grow into reality, it is part of creation.."
"So each of us should have a story about ouselves, not about you, not about our past, but a living one that exists now, one that reflects the aliveness within us and you?"
"Yes, one that is you, that is life, not something dead that you attach to because I am definitely not dead :)"
"Sure!" the little girl smiled, in her mind a story began to form.
"and in my story there will always be you!" the little girl told the world.
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