Unravel the knots of trouble and strife!
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Unravel the knots of trouble and strife!
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Metaphorical MessagesFrom a time long, long ago, in lands far, far away, stories have always been told. Painted on the Cro-Magnon caves, whispered in the Sufi secrets, hummed in the Australian Aboriginal and American Indian chants, spoken by the Cowboys crouched beside the cattle-herding campfires, sung by the African savannah slaves with their hauntingly soulful melodies and even, if you were lucky, your mum reading beside your bed after tucking you in tightly ready for sleep.
Why?
Because stories help you escape. Whether that is to another land, another time or another life, in the cinema or in your sitting room, they help enhance the view of your own life from another angle and help you sense how others have lived and do live their lives.
Most importantly, through the magical and mysterious images, sounds and scents stories create in our minds, they help you to learn to deal with the life we have. Your brain is a problem-solver. Your unconscious instincts guide send messages to your conscious thoughts. When you are told a story, your brain goes on a 'fact finding mission' to try and solve the mystery. It may only take a few minutes, it may take a few hours or days. Sometimes, it takes a lifetime. But when one story becomes familiar to your brain, you get that 'aha' moment, and it all falls into place.
Stories survive because of their mystery. Because they make you think. When you think, you learn and grow.
This collection of stories has been brought to you from all walks of life, from many different authors, some famous, most unknown. They are written to assist you in unravelling the confusing knots in your own life. Or simply as beautiful ribbons decorating your life.
Indulge. Learn. Enjoy.
A one-eyed roe deer was presented with a challenge. With only one eye, when she bent her head to munch the grass, she was able to see only one side - so thought herself easy prey. Until, one day, she thought she had found the perfect place. On a cliff top, overlooking the sea. There, she would graze the on sweet grass - just on the edge - with her good eye on the look-out towards the forest. At last, she felt safe, there were no predators far out over the glistening sea. One day a fishing boat was passing by. Having caught no fish that day, one fisherman turned to the other and shouted "Look! There's a deer, up on that cliff!" The fisherman raised his bow and aimed his arrow.
The Tibetan master held up a sparkling crystal goblet for all to see. "For me, this beautiful goblet is already broken. I admire it. It contains water perfectly just as it is. Sometimes the rays of sun shine through and the glass catches brilliant colours and sparkles. I flick it with my finger, and it rings like a wind-chime." Then he looked at the people sat before him. "But someday a gust of wind will knock it over. Or, in a moment of clumsiness, I'll brush it with my robe. Then it will fall to the floor and shatter into a thousand pieces. That's it! It's inevitable." He admired the crystal again. "Only when I truly accept that this glass is already broken, is when I awaken to the knowledge that every moment with it is precious and priceless."
Ian lay in agony in his hospital bed. Pain gripped his gut. The doctors had said to his parents that his bowel cancer wouldn't let him live to see the year out. His mum sat beside him, tears in her eyes, and bravely asked "Ian, how do you feel?" Ian looked at her through pain-filled eyes. "Mum, it feels like I've got a load of sharks eating my guts out." His mum screwed her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks. She looked to her husband for strength. Ian's dad breathed and braced himself. "Son. Go fishing." A few years later, Ian lay in bed as the morning sun streamed gently though the window, his pregnant wife beside him, and smiled, remembering his dad's advice.
In the centre of a vast and barren plain stood an old and withered tree. Every night, a little half-starved bird sheltered in its decaying branches. One night an angry storm swept harshly across the fields, until it reached the withered tree. The strong powerful storm tore the weak tree right out of the earth. The little bird flustered in the bluster and fell to the ground, scared and frightened, it waited until the storm calmed and looked around at the devastation around it. So, it knew it had to fly faster and higher than it had ever done before, flying many miles across across the countryside searching for a new place to rest and find comfort. Then, tired and hungry, it finally arrived at a lush green forest. Great clusters of fruit hung heavy on the branches. The little bird was overawed and had never imagined such wealth could exist and at once thanked the harsh storm that had come that night.
After the death of her mother, a little girl woke every night in a cold sweat, fearing the darkness of loss and death. Her father spoke to her, "Why waste time on thinking about the end?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "How can I think otherwise?" "By looking at the gifts in life now and living in the present moment." "Where are the gifts in life?" "Here, now."
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