The Power of Our Personal Story (Part II)
In the last post, I shared with you the history and nature of our personal stories. Here is the link if you’ve not read that post:
I suggest that you read that post before you read this one.
A Great Personal Story
The story that I want to share with you was the personal story or archetype of my friend Pat. She dreamed of owning a vineyard for decades, but found that every time she took a step forward toward her dream, something blocked her way. She was so frustrated that she often wanted to just give up her dream. But the dream would not go away. It was as if it was a part of her. She felt that she would never succeed but could not understand why. That made her very sad. Fortunately she had a good sense of humor and agreed with me when I said that her wine had turned into whine.
One day, I accompanied her on a road trip, and this story came into my mind. I knew it was her personal story. I had a sense that I was somehow transcribing her mind. I quickly wrote it down.
I knew immediately that this was the map to Pat’s personal buried treasure chest. But like all treasure maps, they are usually hard to decode.
The cool thing about personal stories is that they also contribute relevant lessons to others. In fact, many people who read Pat’s personal story say, “My god, that could be my story.” I’ve never gardened much; and yet, I too could identify with her story. Our stories connect us. And while they come to one of us, they apply to all of us. Any one of us that frees our Self from our personal story and comes to understand life through that process frees a part of all humanity.
So here is Pat’s story. If you’ve been letting go of beliefs and lies, use this story as a test of your progress. That is how we use each other’s stories. Read it, and see if you can spot the lies that if believed by Pat would keep her far away from her heart’s desire.
The Farm Girl with the Blue-Green Eyes
It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue, the temperature was cool for mid-summer, and everything was in full bloom. The flowers were bright and filled with color — a color not of this world. The flowers had a neon tinge to them, like fairies had highlighted the edges of each petal.
My crops spanned as far as I could see. There were no plants that I did not plan (otherwise known as weeds); only those that were intended grew. The garden and orchard were lush and green. Every fruit and vegetable was sprouting with nourishment. Life was in every inch of my property.
The orchard was my favorite area. It was my own personal Garden of Eden. I grew multiple varieties of every fruit and nut. It didn’t matter whether a crop belonged in this fertile land. If I wanted it to grow something, it grew. Sometimes I imagined a new variety of food; and like magic, it was born. I loved new plants into being. I never got bored doing that; I never wanted my life to be any different than it was.
My vineyards stretched for miles. I loved them so much. The grapes were so big that they were like small plums. People said my grapes produced wine that heals what ails them. I don’t know. I don’t consider myself a healer. But maybe that is because I’ve never seen anything that needed healing.
I’m a simple woman. I love my body. I’m slim, but strong. My hair is long and dark brown. I have blue-green eyes and freckles on my face.
I wear long flowing dresses that are the colors of the earth. I feel most comfortable blending in with mother earth. The bright colors are for the flowers. I am an earth woman. My passion is the fire which fuels my love. My feelings of devotion shower my plants with sunlight, rain, and life energy.
I feel so blessed. It is hard to imagine that you could ever deserve such beauty and love. Whatever I want or need is mine for the asking. I live alone here. But I never feel alone.
My crops need no tending. The fairies and spirits take care of it all. That is their passion, to care for their beloved plants. My passion is to hold the vision, and to enjoy the effects of my thoughts.
Friends often stop by, and we share a cup of tea or a glass of wine. They take the fruits and make wine or juice. Often they pick my vegetables then bring me beautiful dishes of prepared food. It is wonderful to see how they creatively and lovingly use the things that I grow. I love surprises; and it seems that wonderful friends bring me surprises nearly every day.
My friend, who traveled to Italy, has a lovely Italian restaurant in town. He picks the tomatoes and makes the most wonderful sauce. Then there is my dear friend who uses the grapes for beauty products in her healing spa. I love the feel of her products on my skin. Often people come and pick what they need and bring me some cheese or milk. Everything happens perfectly. I never have to think about it. The spontaneity is what makes life fun.
I think many of the town’s people wonder how I do this. They don’t know the secret of unconditional love. They have a different perspective – one that I don’t quite understand. I just see the beauty in these gifts from the divine. I don’t know how I see this way — I was born this way. I could never have learned this art of appreciating these plants. I could never have learned to honor them and give them what they ask for. I see them as perfect and they are.
Never a bug, weed or predator comes uninvited. I have heard about such problems from others, and I often wonder how they create them. I have to admit that I often invite the deer and birds to eat what they wish. They don’t come without invitation. I love them so and enjoy watching them, and there is plenty for all of us to enjoy. They respect my needs and take only that which is not fit for human consumption. They save me time by eliminating that which my human friends don’t want.
Lately, I’ve felt a strange uncomfortable feeling from the town’s people. I’ve heard that they are burning and killing people who they consider witches. Of course, I’m not a witch. But I am not sure that they know that. I can sense their desire to stop me from my joyous life when they come by. I don’t know why. I never ask them for anything in return for the fruits and vegetables that I give them.
They are different from my friends. I can’t see the difference in their faces. But I feel it. I don’t know what they are thinking; but it is like they believe that if I wasn’t successful, they would be happy. I think they think I’m responsible for their unhappiness or causing their problems.
Today a man came by, and he pretended to be nice. He wanted to know how I grew these crops. I told him that I don’t do anything. I just love the land, imagine what I want, and it is so. I could see that he did not believe me. He asked what I used to fertilize the plants, and he threatened to harm me if I did not reveal my secret potion. Again I revealed my secret explaining my relationship with the fairy kingdom and how they do everything for me because we love each other. He laughed and said that I must be a witch. I made no sense.
I assured him that I was not a witch — I practice no formal religion. I don’t even really know what a witch is so I cannot be a witch. However, I do commune with my divine spirit daily and thank the divine for my spirit friends. I see energy moving through my body, through the gardens, and swirling around the trees in the orchards. I just delight in the magnificence. The man said he would be back, and that I would have to prove myself if I wanted to live.
Today he came back. I was standing in the garden, and I felt an uncomfortable energy behind me. I’m not used to that feeling. I can only assume that it is the fear that people talk about because it was dense and heavy. I felt as though my spirit was gone, and I was alone. I tried to love the man, but I could not find my love to give him. I was powerless because I believed that his hatred of me had power. In fact, it felt as though his hatred had more power than my love. I could never have imagined feeling that way. I don’t really know how I did it.
In that moment, I looked at my crops and saw bugs and weeds forming around them. Even the fairies were afraid. The man grabbed me and told me to confess what I was doing to produce the crops. I assured him that I had no secret. I saw the whole garden wilting before my eyes. Disease was overcoming my farm, and I was losing myself. I could not defend myself. I was helpless. The man looked at my beautiful farm deteriorating; and he said it was proof that I was being punished by his god for using magical spells.
Everything that I loved was disappearing before my eyes. He forced me to go with him. He tied me up. He threw things at me, and then he set me on fire. My brown cotton dress caught easily around my ankles. The pain shot up from my bare feet, and soon I was no longer conscious. I felt the life force leave my body, and soon it was all only a slight memory. I was no longer in my beautiful body. The memory would only reappear when I took on a new body.
I would have to start my earthly life with these memories. And I would have to find my way back to love. But for now, I was enjoying my final moments of freedom.
Beginning or End
The star stories always came to an end as all stories do. However, they also form a beginning. It is implied in the story that the end of this story will be the beginning of the farm girl’s earthly life. But I don’t see this as reincarnation. The archetypal star story exists in the mind only or perhaps in another dimension of reality. It acts as a chariot that transports one from the imagination or other dimension to the material, three-dimensional world.
Strung together, it is much like acts in a play. The first act sets up the life events with the personal story and seems to bring the person into the illusory earthly reality. The next act is the experiences of life within that illusion. And the final act is the resolution or the return to freedom. But the resolution is not about dying. It is about living freely in the material world. In the ancient mystery schools, they called this living on earth as a god.
Personal Story Events in Pat’s Life
Shortly after this story came to me, Pat leased a beautiful vineyard and began to fulfill her dream. She struggled with weeds, deer eating her grapes, and insects that were more adept at survival and destruction than her organic remedies. You see the story dropped her off with problems and challenges to solve. Everyone felt that they knew what was best for her garden. She constantly struggled with who to believe; and rarely did she trust her Self. She even had jealous competition.
One part of her remembered that gardening was supposed to be easy and fun. The other part, the false part, held the beliefs from her story. Those beliefs made gardening hard and labor intensive. The beliefs caused her to buy expensive products and build big fences to keep away the insects and animals, while another part welcomed them. Her heart knew that unconditional love was the greatest power in the universe. The false part of her believed that fear had the greater power.
Let’s look at some of the lies that this story paints as true. Let me be clear, if we analyzed this line by line, I could write a thousand or more beliefs. But let’s just look at some of the big ones. And remember, beliefs are not true; they are lies that cause us to stay stuck in the false, illusory world.
Love is not enough (I hear this all the time in women who feel their love is not enough to save someone they love)
Fear has power; hatred has power; jealousy has power (conspiracy theories are based on this lie; religion and cults tend to use this to their benefit)
It appears to others that she did something wrong when she really was doing something very right (almost everyone remembers this happening to them as a child)
No one believes me (my words have lost their power)
People think I’m bad when I’m good (I’m misunderstood)
People don’t trust me
People think my success is due to cheating, luck, or selling my soul to the devil
I’m stuck in their world; I’m powerless; I have to conform
In addition, there are numerous beliefs about problems, pests, and how to farm correctly
While our stories might be unique, they all contain many of these elements. The masses accept these lies as the truth.
Did the story really happen? I don’t know. The stories I hear are always outside of the realm of our current reality. I’m not sure it really matters if they were real or not.
The Story Creates a Painful Twist
About a year after my friend leased her vineyard, she discovered that she had cancer. Cancer cells are rebel cells that take more than they give and eventually kill their host. It was a fitting metaphor for her ancient archetype. I felt that the cancer was her story asserting its force on her life.
Her job was not to believe the lies of the story or the lies of the cancer. Her job was to stay in the place of unconditional love. No disease, no problem, can live in an environment of unconditional love. Cancer cells can’t live in an environment of unconditional love just like the bugs and weeds could not survive in her perfect garden. Like the man who convinced her to accept his fear, the cancer also seemed to convince her to accept its fear. She did not win her battle.
At the time, I had only begun to discover how to let go of beliefs. Her emotions were screaming, but I did not know how to direct her to release them. No one could solve this problem. It was not about the disease. It was about correcting the lies in her story.
The big lie that plagued Pat constantly was that God was punishing her for something she did. Yet, she didn’t know what she did wrong. Pat was raised Catholic; and I felt the lie of original sin was arising within her. But I could not convince her that it was false.
I had not yet discovered that emotions are our true Self screaming that what we believe is a lie. I would not discover the final piece of this puzzle for another year. Sadly, from my perspective my friend died before I could free her. Or did she?
No One Really Leaves Us
My friend was clearly not gone. She often told me that she felt she was living in the wrong time. She said that she wanted to live in a time when people were aware of their light bodies. I often told her to be careful what she wished for because she might get her wish. In her mind, technology and the principles of farming would not allow her to fulfill her dream for many years. I guess she really believed that.
The day after Pat died, the above call listing appeared on my cell phone. I’ve blocked the number so people don’t call it and bother the poor man that has that number today. I’ve already bothered him. It shows that I called Pat in a future date, 2/11/27. Of course, I never knowingly made that call. The call can’t be deleted from my cell phone because it has not yet occurred. The message was clear. My friend didn’t go away. She just went to live in another time. And that made me think about death which appears so real in the time-bound illusory world.
Does Death Set Us Free?
Later Pat answer another big question for me. One night I had a dream. She came to my door. She was tired and sad. I said to her, “Did you go to a future time where your dream could manifest?” She said, “Yes I did. But I didn’t realize that we always take our past with us. Cathy you are right. I must let go of my beliefs to be free of them. I must fix the cause. We carry our beliefs with us until we learn to let them go. Time is not what keeps us in prison, it is our beliefs. You must find the answer, Cathy. You must learn how to let beliefs go so that people can become free of their stories. You are so close.”
I don’t know if what she said was true or just an imaginary dream. But it is good advice. I took it serious; and within a year, I found out exactly how to let go of beliefs. I’ll share more of this in Part III of this article, http://gatewaytogold.com/power-of-personal-story-iii
Even if we do free ourselves of our beliefs when we die, why not get rid of them now and live a great life for whatever time we have on earth. The time and space that we project is a function of our mind. It is all an illusion for the purpose of the experience. The story creates the starting point, our beliefs take us further into the illusion. When we let go, we move back out and return to our eternal freedom and joy. We can’t lose this game. It is not a competition; it is an individual sport. And we have eternity to get it done.
In my false mind, the time in which Pat lives has not yet occurred. In her false mind, I live in a time that is past. We both appear dead to each other; yet neither of us are dead. Perhaps one day our clocks will synchronize, and we will meet again. But until then, our true Selves were never apart; in fact, they are talking on our cell phones.
If you want to learn more about letting go of beliefs, there are many articles on this subject on this website under the category of Freedom from Beliefs (Lies). Here is just one of them: http://gatewaytogold.com/beyondbobbys-beliefs/.
Or check my this series of articles on letting go of beliefs done for successimo.com: http://www.successimo.com. If it asks you for a referral email to signup for an account, enter firstname.lastname@example.org and it will give you access. My articles are under the category of Beliefs and Values.