story

When we are babes and children, other people tell us stories of who we are and what is going on. We adopt our version of those stories as Our Story. As we grow older, we continue to revise Our Story based upon formal education and upon our experiences in life.

We generally do not think of Our Story as a story but think of It as The Truth. At certain times in our life, we may switch Our Story to a different one. This may be called Conversion or we may call it Finally Waking Up. What we wake up to is a New Story or a wider and deeper rendition of our Old Story.

Everything is story. Everyone weaves their story about what is going on. Those with similar stories form a Story Force. There are usually only three or four Story Forces going on on the planet at the same time. Stories have great power of transformation.

Due to childhood visionary experiences, I have always been embedded in a Cosmological Story, a vision of us humans as semi-blind creatures fumbling around on a magnificently beautiful planet. We are insignificant yet somehow mysteriously important. Or, if not important, treasured and loved.

I opened and continue to open to all the cosmological stories of all cultures of all time periods. I like all the God-Man and God-Woman stories. The idea and vision of our Source becoming human and walking around is thrilling. I like that story and I like all the Prodigal Stories, where the human gets totally lost and diverted from their original purpose, forgetting who they are and living in a strange land either in unsatisfactory riches or in hog pen slime. Then at some point they awaken and return home. Great rejoicing occurs and a big party is thrown.

I figure if you are going to have a Story, you may as well make it adventurous and the Best One Possible. I have yet to encounter a story outside of the Cosmological Story that is any better or makes any more sense to me. But I live and let live. Everyone has their story and I have mine.

P.S Not only do we have our Story. Our Story has us.