Chapter 16

THE LITTLE STORIES

Sometimes even the most simple statement must be surrounded by the flowers of gold so that the eye of man might be attracted to the simple statement.

Pretty Flower encourages us to share her stories with everyone, young and old alike. Here she introduces the stories and tells us things we need to know about them.

...There are many beings in many forms throughout the universe, telling stories to the people. And there are many who hear, and many who seem as though they do not hear - and have heard. There would be no judgment in any dimension as to those hearing the stories and how they understood them. There would be no comparisons. There would be simply the channeling of the stories to the people, for when we pick up a piece of paper and we read the words, we are doing the same thing as creating the story.
We would be telling the stories to the people, the children. We would be finding that innocence within self, and in finding the innocence within self, we would find the greatest strength. And from that innocence, we could read the stories for the people, and then we would be vibrating the story. Strength comes from the innocence within - not in the fists without. There is no need to fight for anything. As the universe is ours because we ARE the universe. And there could be a beginning of the reading and telling of the stories to any gathering of people. There could be the sharing of the stories as the words passed around the circle, and each being could be in the innocence and reading and vibrating.
There are many, many ways of sharing of the stories with the people. The most important factor is to know that we are all the same. Those telling the words, and those hearing the words. We are all the same. Those writing the music and those hearing the music. We are all the same. We ARE the music. It is similar to writing a note on the staff and then transmitting ourselves into the center of the note and residing there for a time. We are the note. We could take the note from the piece of paper and we could hold it above our heads, and we could drop it in our mouth. The music is us. And know that the manifestations and the character of those beings around are the manifestations of ourselves. And as we look around lives, we find that we see a mirror in every face we look. And there would be total love, unconditional love in the innocence - is trust.
And we are, we are the story, we are the teller, we are the listener, we are the piano, we are the keys. We are the dancer, we are the feet on the floor. We are the sound of the Wind Spirit through the trees. We are the sound of the howling wolves. We are the warmth of the sun. We are the sun. We are the moon. Every possible thing that has ever been conceived, directed, talked about, thought about, not thought about - is within. Everything! Everything - is the universe. And I AM the universe!

THE STORY OF THE CAMPFIRE

Well, I believe we could begin. We might begin with a little story. A story that's concerning the campfire itself. The campfire has a center of hot coals, Hot coals there is in the center. And around the hot coals Are the kindle that is not quite burned. And around the kindle that is not quite burning Are the rocks, and they are hot. And then around the rocks Is the hearth, is the earth.
It is quite like our hearts, you see. In the center is fire, And then as we come outward Things get a little cooler. We have a choice, you see. We can allow that heat to become greater Without a fear Of burning ourselves. Without the fear Our flames become greater, As our love becomes greater, And it expands and expands. So that our entire beings Are filled With hot flames, The power of love.
Now we have a conceptual misconception here. It seems that there is a belief that love is soft, and it is. However, the source of love is that fire within us. The great power of the White Light. And we can trust, and we can let that power grow and envelop us and all around us. Thus we create the world in which we live. It all seems like a simple story and those who hear it might say, "That's a cute little story." However, what might also happen is, those hearing the story might decide to practice the principles of the story. There is much to love in this room, and an expansive meditation would certainly benefit many, and the flowing would be even greater. It is a pleasure to be among you.

LITTLE BOY MAKING MARKS IN THE EARTH

I believe that I would tell a little story. It has to do with a little boy, who happens to be a small Indian boy. And as he is playing, he happens to realize that there are colors around him. And as he recognizes that there are colors, he sees that there is a vibration in the color of green, the color that many trees seem to wear. And he recognizes that the green happens to be in many spots and different vibrations. (Or, as you may term, in different shades, which are simply vibrations.) And, as the Indian boy tiptoes through the woods, he recognizes different colors. And as he recognizes different colors, he thinks, "There's colors." And then, as he goes along, he finds when he looks back, his feet have made some marks in the earth, and he looks and says, "My feet have made marks in the earth! How about that!" And he sees that there are other marks on the earth. They are different from his. He makes his own marks on the earth, and he says, "Humph! That's interesting." And then he may go along, and he may find a stream. And he may pick up a little rock and throw it in the stream. And the little rock or pebble seems to make a splash and a ripple. And he says, "Humph! That's interesting." And as he goes along, he may see a leaf, floating down the river. And if it happens to be that season, there may be many leaves floating down the river. And he looks and he says, "Hmmm - That's interesting, isn't it."
And he looks and he sees that the trees are green, and part of the earth is green. And he looks back, and lo and behold, the marks are still in the earth as he walks. And if he takes another pebble and throws it into the little stream, the same thing happens. And he says, "That's pretty interesting." And he may continue on, and on, and on. And he may go back to his people and say, "I've had an interesting day today." And they say, "How is your life?" And he says, "It's pretty interesting." And they say, "What is your guidance?" And he says, "What is guidance?" And they say, "What particularly did you learn?" And he says, "As I walk on the earth, my feet make marks in it. And that the pebble sinks to the bottom of the stream, and that the leaf floats on the stream." And they say, "Wonderful! You have learned the secrets of the earth." And he says, "The secrets of the earth! I learned that today?" And they say, "The earth opened wide and revealed her secrets to you. My heavens, I wish that the Mother Earth would do that for me." And he says, "Hmmm - This is an interesting puzzle." And he turns around and he walks back out, and guess what? His feet make marks in the earth, and the pebble which is thrown into the stream sinks to the bottom, and the leaf floats down, and he continues in his life, and he is in his life. And he is being his life. He is life. He is the pulsebeat. He is the I AM. And those beings who are particularly surprised and wishing that the secrets of the universe and of the earth could be revealed to them have put themselves on hold. And a prayer could be said for them. Just a little prayer, as he continues on. Cute little story, isn't it?

THE STORY OF THE STARS

"Would there be a topic that someone would care to have a story woven around?" Pretty Flower asked. "What about the stars?" said our astronomer friend. "All right. What a wonderful idea. One moment." [She chants.] There was one time, upon the petals of the flower and the leaves of the trees, and upon the grass, the blades of grass, and upon our green - little tiny droplets of dew. And in the very early hours of the dawn, there comes the great creative spirit, the Holy of Holies, the Wind Spirit. And as he blows upon the droplets of dew, there is a vortex that is formed from his breath, and it pulls into its center, the droplets of dew. And they are formed within the vibration of the vortex, in the meadows - in the green there is the vortex. And from the vortex there is a being that emerges. And the being is the wonderful vibration of the Princess of the Dew. And as she emerges, she views the surrounding vibrations on many levels, and she feels the green.
And as the dawn approaches, she finds herself walking and in her being, she seeks a vibration similar to hers. And as she finds none at the moment, she continues her travels, and she finds within her hand a flower. And as she looks at her hand and she sees the flower, lo and behold, the petals spring from her very palm. And she sees the flower, and she talks to the flower like her friend. And she carries the flower in her palm as she walks, and she feels the wonderful, refreshing companionship of the vibration in the flower. And when she finds herself near the pond, near the catchbasin of the little trickles that have become bigger and bigger, and when she finds herself at the pond, she is delighted in the vibration of the water. And she holds up her palms, and she blows her breath upon the petals. And the petals, her wonderful friends, fall upon the water. And they stay atop of the water, and she sees them moving around. And then she picks up another wonderful sparkling vibration, and she tosses it upon the water, and it floats. And its like a cup on the water. And she sees that the contents of the cup upon the water is the wonderful, sparkling dust of the fairies. And she is most happy to be seeing that vibration on the water with her petal friends. And as she is looking, she sees at her feet a tiny piece of wood. And she picks the piece of wood and she sets it on the water, and she gives it a tiny push with her finger. And it glides out in between the petals and near the cup of fairy dust. And she loves the vibration of her friends.
And she continues. As she wanders around the pond, she finds a feather, and she puts the feather in her palm, and she blows with her breath, and the feather lifts in the air and floats down to the pond. And she continues, finding wonderful surprises along the banks of the river. And each wonderful surprise, and each vibration is her friend. And she puts them all atop the water. And she watches them move about each other. And then there is a realization within the wonderful dew maiden, the Princess of the Dew, and it is that she must travel on. That it is time to travel to a new vibration. And she is torn, and her heart feels a slight tug as she sees her friends, floating atop the water, and she knows not how to take them with her, and she knows not how to leave them.
And she sits aside the pond and she ponders the situation. And she calls to the Wind Spirit for advice. And she hears nothing. And she wonders what she will do. And the words come to her in the wondering, when she says, "What can I do?" And the "I do" reminds her that she has deep within her being the spark of the universe. The Creative Spark. And she allows her being to be in touch with the spark, and she hears the message. And she is whole and she stands, and she raises her arms and extends her being to her full capacity. And then she bends down and she places one hand on the edge of the water, and she places the other hand on the edge of the water, and she grabs hold of the top of the water, and she makes a sound - that is, a vibration - and there is a whirling in her being. And lo and behold, she pulls and she lifts the top of the water with her friends, she spins around, and she flings the top of the water upward. And lo and behold, the birth of the stars. And her friends are with her always. And she sees the twinkling in the cup, and knows it is the fairy dust. [She chants.]

Now that would seem like a simple little story, and it is. However, we seem to have the rules of creation so well established in our being that we forget that it is as we would like it to be. We simply need to be in touch with the spark of Creation within, and to allow ourselves to be in full vibration. And then we are a star in ourselves. We are Creation. There is a difference between creating and being Creation. Thank you.

TRANSPLANTING THE TREE

Sometimes, when working with an individual in the gathering, Pretty Flower would weave a story about that person. This story evolved in such a manner. A woman was struggling with the realization she was going to have to leave a man. She asked what she should do.

...It is a time of transition, is it not? It is very difficult. As we go through changes and transitions, it is like a tree being replanted. First there is the pushing away of the topsoil. And then there is the pushing away of the middle soil. And then we get to the root of the matter. And sometimes the roots surprise us that they are running so deep and long, and we find that in some cases, we can dig away the roots, and we can pull in those pieces to be with us. And there are other times, we find that we may have to clip the root, at the furthest point out, so that we may pull the tree. And we can always gather part of the Mother Earth, and surround those changes with the Mother Earth vibration. We ask for an envelopment around that part of the tree and around those roots, and we have an assistance, and the assistance, those beings lift us, as trees, out of that spot.
Have you ever seen a tree walk to a new spot? No. There is total trust. It is beyond us, my dear. We simply let go and allow the energies to pull us along, and lo and behold, here we are as another tree in another place, and what has happened? Loving hands have prepared a place for us. A special place, otherwise the special hands and the loving hands would not have removed us with such care. And so the new place is prepared, and the earth has been pushed aside, on many levels. And there is space for the very long roots to find a home. We find that we, as the tree, are placed in the new space with part of our old space. Remember the Mother Earth has enveloped us. And so we are placed in a new spot with part of our old blessings comforting us. So that we may have some associations with which to feel our vibration. We are beings which require a vibrational acceptance of the spot in which we are. So, as we, as trees, feel the love and the contentment, and the joy, with which the new place has been prepared, we slowly learn that we can trust, and we can let go from holding our roots so tight to us, from fears. And we find that we could possibly release, and we could allow our roots to experience a little of the new soil, a little of the new vibration. Remember, roots do not sprout in seconds, it takes a little time. And remember, that those loving hands who prepared the space, those friends, also prepare those tools that help us to stand so that when the Wind Spirit comes along, sometimes without realizing his own strength, that we have helping hands to keep our position in the new space. We can rely on those tools; we can rely on those friends; we can rely on those beings. So that our trust grows.
It is not something that immediately happens, and that is probably very good for us. In the new space, there is wonderful air. There is wonderful food for the pores of our bodies. There is wonderful sights to see. And the Wind Spirit blows through our hair, freeing us from bondage, and allowing our wings to unfold. And lo and behold, a new freedom and a new vibration, greater and more filled with joy and light, than we have ever experienced, and that we could ever conceive to experience, unfolds. And the tears and the mourning that you are feeling is wonderful. And I am most grateful that you are sharing yourself with us. You are very generous to be here. It is most wonderful that you are here. And I weep for joy that you are here, my dear. [She chants.] We will wash away our beings with our tears, my dear. [She weeps.] And we will share in our mourning, for the time of growing, and there could be a realization that in growing, we are not becoming stuffy adults, my dear. In growing we are allowing ourselves to be the children that we are. We are allowing ourselves to let go of the rules and regulations which tell us that we must be this way or we must be that way. We let go of those rules and regulations. [She chants.]