Tag: Sacred Space

I am a New Storyteller.  You may be too.  So come close and hear my Story of changing patterns and beautiful manifestations for the future.

But first, gather around, and as you settle down, maybe with a coffee or a cup of tea, making yourself comfortable, let me tell you what a New Storyteller does.

Stories, as you know have been told since time began.  Before the first word was ever drawn on the wall of a cave, people gathered and listened.  Stories brought the history of the race to life.  They taught young people how to act in certain situations.  They frightened, enthralled and brought laughter and tears.  The old storytellers told of brave deeds, princesses rescued, dragons slain (although I must say that the dragons I know are beautiful gentle creatures and I would be heart-broken if anyone tried to slay my dragons).  They told of wars, battles won and battles lost; of ogres and giants and trolls under the bridge.  They told tales of seasons, of stars and far distant friends.  They built a picture that was fantastical, filled with Magick and the Knowledge of Ages to show the people who came together to hear.

In today’s world, in this current reality, this “Now,” we rarely gather to hear such tales.  Those gatherings around the fire have morphed into watching TV, Face Book and Google; of being spoon-fed the atrocities of the world we currently live in until we come to believe there is only war, and terrorism; famine and bloodshed; the Haves and the HaveNots.  We are loosing sight of the Beauty, the Mystery of Spirit simply because those who control our current stories understand that Fear drives the market.  And they are in it for money, not for the wellbeing of humanity.  We live in fear.  Fearful of being attacked, abused; loosing our job, our home.  We fear our neighbour, so we no longer look people in the eye preferring to walk on by in case we see our own fear and pain reflected in their eyes.

And these fears drive our current future reality.  What we dwell on is what we manifest.  If we expect the dark and heavy energies to come our way, then they most certainly will appear in your life.

Now, we are on the brink of the New Earth.  Shambahalla.  Our New Reality Now is waiting to be manifested.  We each have decisions to make.  Do we want to carry these fears with us into our future?  Or would we prefer the bright, loving world of our most joyous dreams?

This is where the New Storytellers come in.  This is why Spirit has gifted us with the fire of Adamantine Light.  The bright, shining, sparkly diamond gift of re-telling a Story without the fear.  Of re-birthing the beauty of this world and taking that beauty into our New Earth.  Of sharing, supporting, upholding that which is Right; of aiding, teaching, healing.  Because, and you MUST believe this, every Story CAN be re-written.  We have simply lost the skill.

The New Storyteller will weave your fearful story, seeking and finding the hidden diamond of brightly lit Love and bringing it forward so you can see and hold the beauty that is revealed.  And then the New Storyteller will gift your re-written tale back to you.

In the fairy tales of our youth, the story has an ending.  The prince wakes the princess with a kiss and they live happily ever after.  But “happily ever after” isn’t a new story….it’s a continuation of the first story.  And the characters must make the choice to be happy.  This is the point where YOU have the potential to become the New Storyteller.  You take your new story, your re-written and re-defined Story and lead it into the next chapter.  Where you lead it is up to you………

And now, let’s throw a few more sticks of wood on the fire and I will share a Story to show how we can re-write our Reality…..

It’s an everyday story, based in this Now Reality.  The heroine, Carol, is lucky to have a good job.  She is the main breadwinner in her family and lives with her husband (who has a drink problem), her mother who is getting on in years and off her rocker,  and her daughter.  They all depend on her. Her job isn’t anything special, but she loves it.  Her boss is good and understands that she sometimes has problems at home to deal with.  She does what she has to do to get by.  But last year she nicked her leg when shaving it and an infection set in which put her in the hospital.  She not only nearly lost her leg, but it was touch and go if she would survive.  She had to take heaps of time off work and the debts mounted up.

She went back to work before she was really well enough, simply because she didn’t have a choice.  She had bills to pay.  Everyone was pulling her in all directions.  She struggled, depressed, her leg hurt constantly, her husband didn’t help at all.  Her world became bleak and dark.  Her work suffered.  She was doing a rushed and shabby job.  Her boss seemed to understand even though he called her into the office on a number of times about work that was well below accepted levels.  She was given many chances until one day she was late to work and the boss had stepped in to cover her absence and discovered just how far her standards had fallen.  And there were four letters of complaints arrived that day, from customers, about the standard of her work.  The boss called into the office………

This Current Now Reality story could end here with her loosing her job…..and Carol would take her Story forward into an ever bleaker future.  A downward spiral of anger and fear, straight into the depths of desperation.

Or we can step back in time and with the aid of a New Storyteller, the Story can be re-written….

Once upon a time in a land not too far away, lived Carol.  She isn’t a princess, or anyone special, there isn’t a knight is golden armour going to sweep her off her feet.  Indeed she is fairly ordinary looking, heading towards middle age, plods through her life doing the best she can and most certainly would not consider herself a heroine.  But that’s exactly what she is.  Let me tell you….

Carol’s husband went away to fight for the King who wanted a dragon killed.  It was horrible and he just can’t get the nastiness out of his mind unless he has a drink of beer.  Some days it takes a lot of beers before he can forget how the dragon pleaded that she had only taken the sheep to feed her hungry babies.  Some days the memories are so bad he hides under the table and Carol gets under there with him and just sits with him.  Not saying a word.  Just being there for him.

Carol’s mum lost her marbles years ago!  And needs to be watched carefully so she doesn’t wander off through the town wearing just her nighty and asking the bus driver where she can buy wet fish.  Sometimes she calls the police because she thinks the gypsies have stolen her clothes.  So Carol brought her mum to live with her and her family do that she can keep an eye on her and make sure she eats and bathes and has do robe close by to love her.

When she speaks of her daughter you can see the pride and love she holds for this child who is going to school and learning so much more than she ever had the opportunity to do, and even in her most busy days, she will find time to sit and talk with her daughter about Life and Love and the ways of the world.

She is the only person in her household who is well enough, or old enough, to go to work so the whole family is dependant upon her.  It makes life a bit tough at times, but she keeps cheerful and is happy that her family is together and safe.

I told you she is a heroine!  She is one of many unsung heroes in our world.  She lives her life in Love, but is so bound up in holding it all together that she doesn’t actually recognise her Love any more.  She only feels the constant tiredness.

Then, one day – disaster!  Carol cut her leg and the infection was so bad that the doctors talked about cutting it off!  She was so upset and spoke with the doctors telling them how very important is was for her to keep her leg.  The doctors too are unsung heroes and they worked night and day for three weeks to help Carol keep her leg.  And they did a marvellous job!  All their knowledge and training, their lotions and potions were brought to bear and eventually Carol was allowed to go home.

Now……this is where we REALLY get to know just how amazing our heroine really is.  Even though she could barely walk, she went back to work!  It was very hard, but luckily she had a boss that understood and helped in every way possible.  But even heroines have bad days, and Carol’s bad days got pretty bad.  She kept thinking of the bad stuff, and that meant bad stuff kept happening, until one day it was so bad that her boss decided to let her go……

And that is where the New Storyteller jumped in.  Two aspects of the same tale.  The same Story seen through different eyes.  She took Carol to one side and told her her new Story.  The version Carol hadn’t seen because she was wrapped up in the hard reality she had built.  The New Storyteller showed her how she has some amazing gifts:  of Love, Compassion, kindness.  She was told that she is an incredibly strong person, that she had been tested and stretched almost to breaking point, but she has survived.  She was told how deeply she is connected to Mother Gaia and Spirit, and that her lost Joy would return.  She had simply needed someone to flick the switch and bring her light back.  She was reminded that every thought, every word, every deed manifested her reality.

And the New Storyteller handed over this bright light to Carol and gave her the chance to write her next chapter.  Which would she choose?  Trust in herself, in the gifts she has, would she work at bringing herself into the world she dreams of, or return to the darker path and risk a tumble even further.

 

And now the fire is cooling, the stars are sparkling in the sky.  Time to go home gathered people, look into your life, soul and re-write your story.  Manifest your Bliss.

 

In the words of my Teacher

Essence Ka tha’ras

OM Akara parinama Anandaham