The Master Storyteller

And a new story begins!! 

How then shall we begin this new story? The story of immense love on a planet with so many shadows. The shadows only need a spark of light to shine and they will no longer be shadows. 

How shall we tell the story of a being of light that descends into the shadows only to discover there were none at all? The light shines in every corner of the direction it is placed. Imagine knowing that the experience then is known in full as to how the world shall participate with you in this drama. A well thought out adventure with twists and turns, drama and chaos. Yet the light has never dimmed, it was the purpose of this light to arrive into the drama as a reminder to others, as a reminder to the light that it is the purpose, the plan, the experience. 

Telling this story shall be a breeze amongst the neigh Sayers for they shall know there is truth in the light that beholds them. For they are merely reflections of the light. There is only one light. 

The story begins with the birth of a baby whose light was bright and whose light would shine into the ethers for all eternity. 

This story never began for it is simply the retelling of a never ending story. It simply picks up where it left off in the remembrance of its origin, its essence, and it’s light. To whom are we talking about? You of course. The one whose eyes read these words. Mere expressions of light in an infinite adventure called life. So where shall we take this tale? What should we name it? Who should tell it? 

Why don’t we begin where we left off… in the great unknown of course. The great mystery, the great void… for in this void lies all possibilities, all existence and all of eternity. For in this void lies the spark of light that loves to tell a good story. And through the telling of a story does it gain the ability to tell taller and more creative stories. In order to tell a good story it must learn, study and master certain qualities of a storyteller. For any student will know it takes effort, study and experience to master their skill. In this case the storyteller in the making must also master certain elements of being a master storyteller. Whether it be humor, drama, intrigue, mystery or rejection, it must experience all the elements it will describe in its story. 

A story must begin somewhere, where it begins must be precisely decided in order to set up the events and circumstances outlining this epic adventure. It must also disguise itself in order to fit into the drama getting ready to play out. How is does this is simple, it puts itself into a machine like apparatus that moves about with others pretending to be the characters it has designed for the great drama. It surrounds itself with other machines that fall pray to those that have gone before. Believing they too must endure the hardships and struggles that their predecessors have laid out for them. This ensures there is no mistake made in the unfolding of the drama you see. For in order to learn the skill of storytelling, the spark of light must imbed itself into the character it is to play so that it has a story to tell. For how can a good story be told unless there was someone there to tell it, to pass it along, to feel as though it was actually happening? How can one tell a good story unless they were actually there to witness what is being told. 

And as the drama unfolds the little spark most assuredly learns how to tell a good tale and has forgotten its origins completely. Sure there are those that speak of tales of great masters that have returned to say “watch out it’s a trap” this is not real… and most of the characters have dismissed such heresy, so much so they persecute those that claim such fables. 

All along there are such strange phenomena that just can’t be explained by the ones that know the truth. The scientists, the intellectuals have it all figured out. How is it there are many that have seen or heard from those that have departed the story, telling them of another place, another land? What of the mysteries that defy scientific evidence. Are these people making these ideas up? How can so many be talking about similar experiences. How do we incorporate this into our conditioned understanding? For certainly those that have an education know the answers…or do they? 

And so this spark of eternity sets off on a voyage to understand, to experience to be something it is not. It shrouds itself and pretends it is one of the members of a civilization that it has been told has been around for thousands of years. It absorbs the customs of the present day society in order to fully immerse into the experience of being a member of a group that all believes the same thing. Not only that but this group tells them they know the truth, that no one should deviate from the norm or you will be an outcast or worse you will be cast out in live a lonely existence. And along the way the little spark picks up the mannerisms and etiquette of a sophisticated society. Or so it thinks. 

And then one day the little spark discovers something strange about its costume. It notices funny sensations and ideas begin to emerge that it could not possibly have thought of. The little spark dare not discuss this with anyone else for it will certainly be cast out or ostracized. But the ideas are so intriguing it must pursue this exploration in private of course. What are these ideas pointing to it questions. Where are these thoughts coming from it wonders? What am I it asks? It realizes it knows nothing of its origins and those in authority may be mistaken, maybe a bit controlling. What is really going on it questions and the voice continues to answer in ways that are foreign to the little spark. Does anyone really know? It meets many who have their own story of what it is but it occurs to the little spark that its story can’t be their story. How could they know what I am it says. 

The little spark discovers there is great literature written about these very questions. It reads and studies others ideas but nothing quite satisfies its thirst to know. For how could a world so real be nothing more than an idea? Better yet its own idea. 

Stories emerge of foreign invaders entering or airspace. People have claimed there are others among us. Others so sophisticated that no one can explain their existence. Are these tall tales? How it is so many people including those in authority have witnessed such events. How can this be, how can our scientists explain such phenomena? Could it be our scientists are but infants in the knowledge of the great universe? They are but at the beginning of understanding how life in the material world works. The little spark reads that these strange sightings that have been written about for thousands of years yet no one with authority talks about them. Does anyone really know what’s going on in this world that appears so concrete, so orderly? It reads there are many species of exotic life forms that visit the planet continuously. Can this really be true? Yet there is never any concrete evidence. Or so we have not been told about it. This expands the little sparks ideas of what it thinks it is. It all appears illusive. The sightings of space craft, spirits of the departed and even strange creatures that roam the planet. Nothing is ever captured and concrete. Why is this it wonders? These bizarre stories that no one can ever duplicate and no two are ever the same. They seem to be individual stories appearing only to the person or persons that are to see them. Could it be that each person has its own set of stories, its own perception which can never be shared with another. Could it be there is not one planet but infinite versions? That everything we thought we knew is the opposite. 

The little spark wishes to discuss these ideas with others but who would entertain such eccentricity? Until is discovers there are other sparks that hide in the shadows and discuss these very topics. What they say is not true for this little spark but it is quite true for the perceiver of such phenomena. It questions the voice in its head that so often offers loving guidance and assured insights. What is this voice it wonders? The little sparks everyday thoughts are very different. Its everyday thoughts are mundane, judgmental and defensive. These thoughts are expansive, intelligent and oh so kind. There is even humor added to them. The little spark asks itself are we at all what we have been told we are and the loving voice says look closer. Question everything you judge, question everything you resist, question everything you love, question what you see and hear. Could this be as solid and concrete as you have imagined it to be? If it is then how is it not another spark experiences what you do it asks? How it is what you see in the mirror has changed so quickly? Wouldn’t concrete reality stay the same? What looks through your eyes, what hears the sounds? 

The little spark spends countless hours contemplating these very questions and comes up empty handed. It realizes what it sees cannot be the truth of what it is, yet the little spark realizes what looks behind its eyes has been the same since its birth. That has never changed. Could it be it is the changeless reality and what it perceived is but imagined? How is it no one else sees this odd realization? Why are all the other sparks so concerned with what everyone else’s opinions are, what every other spark is doing and why are they not asking themselves these very questions? 

And the loving voice continues to answer day after day the same questions that arise. The loving voice offers a new way of looking at life, a new way of understanding what the little spark is experiencing. Its remarks include comments and theories from both religion and science and blends these new concepts together offering a clearer picture of this funny world the little spark finds itself in. 

Perhaps it offered, this is a living reality constructed out of the mental data that surrounds it. Perhaps this information based experience is not as it appears and it is constructed through the thoughts and beliefs of the little sparks themselves. Perhaps it offered, by refining the thoughts and examining them closely you will see a shift in what is seen outside of you. Perhaps it offered, that you the little spark are the one creator of the entire experience. How can this be asks the little spark? For I did not ask to be born to the family of sparks I belong, I did not ask to experience those things that made me suffer, I would not choose such a life? Perhaps, says the loving voice you did indeed design the entire story on your own. You are the actor, director and creator of the whole experience. Perhaps it offers, there is a much larger reality that exists which cannot be seen with your physical eyes. It can only be seen in the silence. For you are far greater then you have been told it says. And that we are your voice in your head, we are you but we are not veiled by the intense darkness you have believed you are in. We can see from a mountain top and you are in the valley you see. We are suggesting you look closer, for the universe is within. It is opposite from what you think you know. It is here that creation exists, it is here that life is created, it is here where you will free yourself from the burden of duality. For here there is no duality, here there is unity, there is one you see. It is here that communication with the higher realms may occur. It is when you are finished with the absurdity of looking outside for the truth of your being, you discover the greater reality. That which is based on unconditional love, unity and peace. For it is in the stillness that you may see yourself as you are in your perfection as it has always been and will forever be. 

And so the enticing material world lost its luster over time. The seeking for answers subsided as the little spark spent more time in stillness. It saw its outer world change ever so slowly as the inner world became its gateway into truth. iIt found that acceptance of all the other sparks was the key to its happiness, its joy for without holding another spark as an object of judgment, of comparison, it found that it was free. Other sparks began to join the little spark in contemplation and unite in the freedom they were designed to be. And with this creation expands into infinite possibilities. For the loving voice does say, there is no beginning and there is no end… what shall you dream of next …