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My Journey to A Great Story

As I am browsing through my library looking for the next book to read (yes, a little inspiration can always help), I pick up a few books for the next few days. I have read them all in the past, but I wouldn't mind reading them again.

Have you ever read a book or seen a movie for the second or third time and it seems as if it was the first time? You see details that you did not see the first time you read it? That happened to me when I picked Dr. Wayne Dyer's book “Your Sacred Self”. The first time I read the book was in 2004. I read it again a couple of times a few years later, but this time it was like the first time I ever picked it up.

Do you know why I bought the book in the first place? Because of a story written on the very first page of the book. Do you want me to share it with you? Are you sure you want to read it? I hope Wayne won't mind me sharing it with you. It made such a huge impact in my life.

Get ready. Here it comes. It goes like this:

“Imagine this scene if you will. Two babies are in utero confined to the wall of their mother's womb, and they are having a conversation. For the sake of clarity we'll call these twins Ego and Spirit.

Spirit says to Ego, “I know you are going to find this difficult to accept, but I truly believe there is life after birth”. Ego responds, “Don't be ridiculous. Look around you. This is all there is. Why must you always be thinking about something beyond this reality? Accept your lot in life. Make yourself comfortable and forget about all of this after-birth nonsense.”

Spirit quiet down for a while, but her inner voice won't allow her to remain silent any longer. “Ego, now don't get mad, but I have something else to say. I also believe there is a Mother.”
“A Mother!” Ego guffaws. “How can you be so absurd? You've never seen a Mother. Why can't you accept that this is all there is? The idea of a Mother is crazy. You are here alone with me. This is your reality. Now grab hold of that cord. Go into your corner and stop being silly. Trust me, there is no Mother.”

Spirit reluctantly stops her conversation with Ego, but her restlessness soon gets better of her. “Ego,” she implores, “please listen without rejecting my idea. Somehow I thing that those constant pressures we both feel, those movement that make us so uncomfortable sometimes, that continual repositioning and all of that closing in that seems to be taking place as we keep growing, is getting us ready for a place of glowing light, and we will experience it very soon.”

“Now I know you are absolutely insane,” replies Ego. “All you've ever known is darkness. You've never seen light. How can you contemplate such an idea? Those movements and pressures you feel are your reality. You are a distinct separate being. This is your journey. Darkness and pressures and a closed-in feeling are what life is all about. You'll have to fight it as long as you live. Now grab your cord and please stay still”.

Spirit relaxes for a while, but finally she can contain herself no longer. “Ego, I have only one more thing to say and then I'll never bother you again.”

“Go ahead,” Ego responds impatiently.
“I believe all of these pressures and all of this discomfort is not only going to bring us to a new celestial light, but when we experience it, we are going to meet Mother face-to face and know an ecstasy that is beyond anything we have ever experienced up until now.”

“You are really crazy, Spirit. Now I am truly convinced of it”.



Isn't that a great story? I hope you enjoyed it.

Moral of the story? Do you want to get inspired? Just pick up one of your old books and I will tell you a great story.

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman

Comments

  1. Wow and wow and wow. I have heard this story before but like you said it feels brand new in light of all my life experiences! I really get it!

    Thanks Patrick for sharing!

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