Vintage Silence

When a big old bully of a story interrupts a perfectly good time.

It happened again. 

I assumed the worst. 

And you should understand…. 

I prefer to see the positive in people.

Not because I’m some evolved buddha. 

For very selfish reasons: its just more fun. 

I digress. 

The point is, I sent a text at 7pm, and the response to my text came back through my computer rather than my phone, so at 11pm, while driving home, I didn’t see it.

And then, 

the  “I’ve been abandoned” story took a seat next to me and started going on and on about how this person was going to walk out on me. 

(by the way– this text message wasn’t even with someone I’m in a romantic relationship with).

Luckily (or not) This isn’t the first time the story of abandonment has interfered with a perfectly good time, so I caught the thought form, and released it.

Ok fine. I listened to it for half a second (why lie to you?).

Got surprised I actually entertained the thought form by listening to it,

because there was no reason to believe this person wouldn’t respond, 

And then 

it was as if an allergic reaction met turrets met an embarrassing freak out when a really big bug is crawling across your face and I started swatting uncontrollably at that mean old bully of a story.

Opened the car window, 

and threw the story out. 

Not my thought form. 

Not my truth. 

Out with you you dirty rascal.

Trying to kick up dust and push me down the abandonment rabbit hole. 

Looking back, rather than just swatting at it– 

I wish I had taken the time to punch it in the face and say, “NEVER AGAIN, 

you aren’t welcome in this part of town!”

(There’s nothing better than a good ‘ol replay of how we wish things had gone.) 

I know I know,

 they always say the baller move is to engage love to dissolve the energy form in such a moment. 

I’m just telling you the real life fantasy.

Sometimes I just want to kick the living sh*t out of these thought forms that are disrupters of the flow of life, love, and connection. 

And the abandonment energetic– 

Is so much bigger than me.

Talk about a bully. 

Talk about a mean girl. 

What’s even more impressive about that thought form bellying up to my side of the bar and taking a seat beside me to whisper sweet nothings in my ear– 

is that I was having a greater than great week. 

Not 1, but THREE truly amazing things happened this week. 

I had just come from the sweetest of dinners where connection, music, and stories were shared. My well is full.  

I have hard physical proof in my hand that I should EXPECT good things from life. 

But that nasty old thought form still found a crack in the matrix and needled its way into the real estate of my consciousness. 

That’s why PSYCHIC SILENCE is at the beginning of the journey of the Sacred Storytelling path. 

If you don’t have the tools to map out the real estate of your consciousness, 

and you can’t catch and release the stories, 

you might end up playing a role you never wanted to play,

or worse— be cast as a role in someone else’s story.  

But how attuned are you to listening?

To catching,

releasing. 

And throwing a punch here and there? 

(C’mon on… if we can’t win a back alley fight in our imagination how will we ever do it if we need to throw down in the human dimension?) 

I know I know– I hear your argument, 

 Love is the great disolver.

 But C’MON, let’s have some fun with this story. 

And maybe that’s just it. 

Drama wants to live. 

It wants to be here. 

And Drama is a powerful energy. 

Ask Shonda Rhymes.

That’s why the new School for Sacred Storytelling Curriculum begins with a course on Maori Indigenous listening techniques called The Language of Listening (The course began last week, but you have one last chance to join and register is today).  

And if you just checked out the Journey of The Sacred Storyteller, and are thinking, HOLD THE PHONE— I want on that beautiful path, this is your week as I’m scheduling private discovery sessions for people to learn more about our certification program and helping people find the teachers who can help you cross your threshold of creative expression.

Because how do you create a story you want to live if you can’t see all the threads you are weaving the story together with? 

Hey guys– this world of substack is still new to me. I’m trying to figure out how to be true to the purpose of being here– the pure pleasure of sharing words, thoughts, and ideas with you– and letting you know when courses are happening at the school.

The truth is, I was truly inspired to share that story with you- and I realized it organically connected to a course we’re running right now.

What say you? Keep this a sacred space? Or is it cool to let you know about upcoming events that open the door to your creative exploration and expression?

Meanwhile— Is there a story that sneaks up on you?

The story of jealousy? The story of not enough? The story of…..?

Who sneaks into your corner of paradise and mucks it all up? I want to know.

I’m working on a bigger story that outs the broken stories haunting us in these times, and who knows? Your story might get a starring role!