A story...

Everyone has a story... whether it's the story of their life, a story they've read, or a story in their head, but a story still. I've always been fascinated by these stories... usually they're the ones in my head, but I love to read, so others' stories get to me too. 

It's strange that I'm more of a fan of fiction, then non-fiction... and it's not that I don't like reading about other people's real lives because I do (thus,this blog), but I think it may be because the non-fiction stories (most of them) are sad and tell of someone's struggle and the awful things that they had to overcome. And as wonderfully inspiring as this can be, I find there is enough sadness in the world right in front of us that I don't find reading about more enjoyable.

OK, the following is a story that I wanted to share. It is a bit 'out there' but does make one think... 

...and I don't know where the story came from. I could have written it myself years ago (it's written in a style that I have used before), but I don't think so. I think I found it and sent it to my oldest son a while back (found it recently among his papers).  It's just that usually when I find a poem or a story I like, I write down the author's name... but apparently didn't here(?)

The Story:

Once upon a time... a long time ago... before even Grandfather Sky had given birth to the Stars, there was only One Being, One Pure Consciousness of Love resting in the completeness of Its own untold stories and mute songs unsung. Then, one day, for reasons that no one remembers, if in fact, anyone ever knew, The One became restless.

Some say that It decided to play a cosmic game of hide and seek. Splitting It's light into tiny sparks, each with full potential of the Whole.  In this way, The One could know Itself and grow Itself. So, each spark was clothed in a costume of flesh, and its light and wisdom hidden deep within its heart.

The challenge of the game was for all parts of the Whole to discover their way back home again, having lived all the stories and sung all the songs that would make them wise and compassionate Co-creators and Companions to The One.

The fledging souls took many roads home. Each way had its own story and each soul responded to that story with the gift of free will embroidering new stories on the tapestry of the One Great Dreamer. And the sun rose andthe sun set. The tides came in, and the tides went out. New flesh was born, and old flesh went back to the Earth.  And The One saw new stories grow in the theater of the many.

Some of the stories led closer to home. These were the ones in which Fear was conquered by Love.  Some of the stories led down blind alleys. These were the ones in which Love was hidden by Fear. The plays were very long, and the distractions many.

One by one, many souls forgot that they were on a journey at all. They fell asleep to the stories, the ancient myths that The One had left as eternal road maps and guides, so that each soul could find its way back home. Believing that they were alone and separate, these lost souls wandered in a strange land dominated by the illusion that death was real, and that love was as transitory as a shadow. Some sought solace in money, others in power. Some found it in food or drugs or alcohol or anger or television or possessions or gossip or the judgements or a jealous god who whispered lies; "You are special, you are saved, there is 'only one way home' and this is it."

In It's Love and Mercy for the lost parts of Itself, The One sent alarm bells into the universe to wake It's sparks from their dreams of Fear and to guide them back to paths of Love and the longing for reunion with their Great Cosmic Beloved. These wake-up calls roused brothers and sisters throughout the universe. 

Seen and unseen Helpers came whenever they were drawn by 'the intent' - the powerful pull of the will of any soul who appealed to The Source, the One with the true longing for reunion, forgiveness, and love. And they helped those souls to become free from the bondage of limiting beliefs and past unloving or ignorant actions, so that they could find passage home.

They will give you safe passage too - if you ask with faith even the size of a mustard seed. And if you are patient... and willing to listen to the Universe, even if it is not saying what you want to hear. 

Interesting, yes? Possibly not for everyone, but I find myself... not sure what word to use here... intriqued? being pulled into it?  Anyway, just thought I'd share and see what others thought.

Hugs (virtual),

Rian