Storytellin'

Once, long ago, on a planet where there were green people, there was a little child who told big stories. Her stories were so fascinating that the clouds came down and gathered round her to listen, and the sun stood still in the sky. The little trees always begged her for more - they loved the sound of her voice, you see.

One day this child told a story that was so long, the sun forgot to move for hours, and if it hadn't been for all the clouds gathered 'round, everything would have burned up in the sun's rays. That evening, when the story was over, an elder beast came to speak gently with the child. He said, "My dear little big storyteller, we must have a wisdom-sharing, you and I - for it seems we need to remember the ancient agreements, and come to a reasonable conclusion. When would you like to meet? Before dinner or before evening prayers, or before bed songs?

The child considered what the elder beast had said, and decided that she would like to meet before evening prayers, hoping that the meeting would be long and the prayers short. Indeed, that is how it happened - although, since the elder beast spent a good deal of time reciting the scientific and spiritual values systems which ordered the ways of Nature and the places and timings of the sun's events and the directions and temperatures of winds and clouds, the child ended up feeling that it might have been better if the meeting had been short and the prayers long.

At any rate, the evening went on as evenings do, and the child went to sleep in the children's house with the other green children right after bed songs. That night she had a dream in which all of Nature came to visit her, and to show her the magic of the order of things, the special harmonies of life that required the sun and winds and clouds to be in certain places at certain times.....And then the child was shown a great circle of Teachers from other planets and other lifeways, and she was given to know that the power she carried - that of the Master Storyteller - was always, from henceforth, to be used wisely, for it was a great and holy power. She must pay attention to the universal harmonies and never allow herself to get so carried away with storymaking that she caused disharmony. If ever she forgot, after receiving this teaching, she would lose her power.

The child took this to heart.

For a long time she was silent. She sat and watched and gathered bits and pieces of stories. She used her voice for singing and for prayers, but for a long time she did not use her voice for stories.

Then one day the Circle of Masters of Universal Mind called her into their presence, and gave her the task of telling healing stories to a much-damaged Nature on a much-damaged Planet - and it was Planet Earth.

The green child left her home planet and traveled to Earth's solar system, visiting each of the major planets and some of the moons and asteroids, and finally Earth's Sun and Moon. Then at last she was ready to tell healing stories to the Nature of Planet Earth. She began this task in the interval between one bomb-blast and what would have been the next. She told her story in such a way that all of Planet Earth held itself alert and listening, and no bombs were launched because the noise would have disrupted the story.

The child told her story in such a way that there was no interference with Sun or Moon or Winds or any of the natural flows - she allowed her words to be carried, and the pictures of her heart to be broadcast, so all of Nature could hear and read her no matter where they were or what they were doing. The child used her amazing power, this time, to cause humanity to stop and listen.

The child told her story for many days and nights; and while she told the story, and humanity was still, Nature set to work re-establishing the sacred balance of Earth.

That is all I have to say about that.

The story, carried throughout all Nature, resonates in all hearts, and grows stronger and more harmonious over time.

Humanity is stilling itself, one person at a time.

There are moments of silence in between bombs, and there is always a chance that the green child's story, caught on a heartbeat, will be heard.

Yes, once upon a time, long ago, there was a child...