Tell the Story
Weekly Reading Topic for September 7, 2019: Tell the Story
Well, good morning, love!
I just opened a Reading for you, my newsletter subscribers and here’s what I heard in answer to the following:
What do my readers most need to hear this weekend? What is the most important message to send to my beloved readers?
The answer was: “Tell the Story”
What follows is your Weekly Reading, which this week, includes a somewhat epic story.
Weekly Reading │ Tell the Story
Q: What do you mean, “tell the story?”
A: We all have a story we’re living through, a story that we tell ourselves about our selves and about our life, and in order to really know ourselves, we must listen to our own story.
So this weekend, tell yourself your own story, the one you’re living. Are you a swashbuckler? A mystic? A business tycoon? A cheerleader? A leader, a follower, a bread maker? If someone were going to tell your story, what would the setting be? The soundtrack? The actors?
Thinking of ourselves this way, as actors in our own stories, is a useful way to see just how we move through the world, and what’s important to us. There’s a world of difference between a Tom Clancy novel and a Nick Hornby novel. Understanding more about your own story, and how it’s constructed, can help you to see the end of this chapter, and the beginning of the next.
As you explore your own story, here’s a little story for you to set the scene. This one is like a fairytale, coming straight from the heart and aimed at yours. So settle in, and listen 🙂
There once was a little speck in the middle of a large universe, and that little speck was called Earth. And Earth was a lovely, lonely planet, filled with all sorts of wonderful colors and gases and creatures that roamed the wet caves under her seas. There were little tiny molecules filled with strange desires and large appetites, and as they moved about the seas they ate, and ate, and ate, and as they grew larger, they breathed out, and as they breathed, their breath bubbled up, and escaped the oceans lapping at the volcanic shores, and as their breath escaped, it collected over the land, eventually piling up and mounting a huge balloon around the entire Earth, and in this balloon, creatures were able to leave the seas and breathe outside of the waters. And as they moved about, they ate, and ate, and noticed their own large desires and strange appetites, and made experiments, and taught themselves more and more about their own lives.
And as they moved and ate and spoke to one another, they became bigger, and denser, and grew all sorts of strange appendages, and eventually men and women much like us started working with each other, and loving each other, and suddenly, we were humans, and here we were, on Earth, having eaten ourselves into this shape and form.
And we took ourselves very seriously, because this act of creation took a long time, and a lot of work, and we were understandably proud of that. And we were also very far in both time and space from where we’d started, as little chips of stardust raining down into an atmosphereless terrain, and when we looked back we thought progress was the reason for the changes.
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And it was, truthfully, responsible for the changes, because it was our progress that made us change so, and grow, and learn.
But more truthfully, it was not our progress, it was our desire that created changes. Our desires, our strange desires. Who wants to eat iron? We did, that’s who. And we created the atmosphere as a result. We did not plan that, we did not know it ahead of time. We followed our appetite, and we did as we felt we should, and we created a planet that can be lived as a result.
And so … here we are. Locked into these lives with so many rules, and decisions made for us, so many institutions we trust and rely upon. And as the world turns, today, we see ourselves once again moving around, growing, getting bigger, denser. We see our selves growing strange new appendages that blink and boop and call our name in the dark. And we are afraid, because our appetites created this, our strange desires and faulty faculties made these things, that seem to be changing our Earth, changing us.
And so we try to stay still, to eat only what is right, to be Good.
And yet, and yet, that is not what we are here for. No, we are here to be with Earth, this lovely, lonely planet, filled with so many creatures. We are here to be with each other, and to eat, and to follow ourselves as we feel things, to follow each other and catch the breath that bubbles up out of our bodies. We’re here to create a new atmosphere, a new world, a transformed existence. And it’s OK, it’s OK, it’s safe. Even in the great changes. In the great changes.
There is a method of restoring prairie land, children, that involves allowing ruminants to graze freely, going wherever their appetites take them. As they eat and pound the earth in their great masses, if they are allowed to roam free, they spread seeds and fertilize the soils, and the land and the plants respond with great love and happiness, springing up. Rains return, trees take root, prairie grasses start growing again. The animals who love this place come back and rehome themselves.
And all it takes is a herd, moving around, doing what it loves to do, enjoying the sun and the wind and the rain.
If you, children, want to have a good life, want to make a good life for others, move about, as much as possible, and live your life with strange desire and odd appetites. Allow yourself to want what you want, even if it is only in the privacy of your own mind. Let yourself desire, let yourself be lusty for your life, even if the object of your desire is unattainable, even if you know you will never get it. You must allow yourself to love and lust and desire, because that is the only way we create, grow, change. Without that strange appetite, we have nothing to eat. Nothing but nothing.
And nothing is not what we are here for. Allow yourself.
Be yourself, in as many moments as you can, for that is how the world is created, moment by moment, millenium by millenium, age by age, Earth by Earth.
And when you are, you will be as large as Earth, and no longer lonely, and thousands, thousands times more lovely.
I am always here to serve in any way I can.
Much Love to You,
Molly
PS: Thank you for sharing this with anyone who could use it!
PPS: Turns out it’s true 🙂
https://scijinks.gov/atmosphere-formation/
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