Forecast for the New year 2010: Hawk and Rabbit Ride the Wave

2010-01-02

Held in the vast embrace of a clear turquoise sky, Hawk and Long-Eared Rabbit sit together on a hill that rises gently above the plains. They have taken their places next to a long wooden staff planted deep into the Earth. Tethered to its top, an Eagle feather dances to the drumming of the gusty wind. With soft eyes turning eastward, they watch as an enormous energy curls up over the horizon. Robust, sparkling with Sun drops, it is a tremendous power to be felt. "It's on its way!" perks Rabbit; she can barely sit still. "Here we go!" pipes Hawk, readying his feathers. Before their next breath, the wave is at the hill. Rabbit and Hawk jump, and as the surging momentum lifts them, they soar and bound wildly over the thundering plains. Hawk's pleasure is fierce. Right along side him, and with a huge smile wrapped around her face, Rabbit screams at the top of her lungs, "Hanging ten baby!" (Copyright © 2010 by Ken Robinson. All rights reserved.)


Pleiadean Healing Brought to Turtle Earth

2009-12-06

On the crystal crown of a sacred mountain stood seven elder women. Before them lay an injured old turtle, who faced the eastern horizon to watch the Pleiades gently rise in the night sky. The star cluster and the shimmering lights of the constellations were reflected on a large lake at the base of the mountain. Its deep water held a quiet presence. The sky moved in closer to cover the ancient turtle with the soft glowing blanket of the Milky Way and his eyes turned blue like the Pleiades; yet his wound was deep. The women sang a tender melodic song to help him, and as they harmonized their spirits and voices, they wove webs of healing over and over and into the gaping puncture on the turtle's back. Much delicate attention was required. By morning, the turtle was whole and happy again. And as the sun rose to deliver its first rays of warmth to the land, the elder women delighted in seeing the web of life glimmering on the old turtle's shell. (Copyrighted 2009 by Ken Robinson)


November Story: Way of the Wolf - Seeking One's Path

2009-11-01

Upon awakening one bright morning in her sunlit home, a surprised woman realizes that something is different. She's become acutely aware of a nagging discomfort that won't go away, an odd feeling that she has not been all that real with herself. Something is off, and today for some reason, she has become aware that life is not singing in her heart. Even the chirping sounds of the birds do not lift her mood. Edgy, she decides to take a walk down the street and head into the forest. She'll look for a path there; she is determined to find one. A few friends call on the phone before she leaves the house and she tells them about her plan. They are not so sure about what she is after, and since she doesn't sound the same, they try to make her feel better by reminding her of what a nice life she has. But this doesn't satisfy her and she heads off on her quest. There are a bunch of neighbors gathered outside the woods. When they see her, they call out to get her to join their picnic, but she waves and keeps walking. They scratch their heads and think she is a bit strange and distant today. When she hears them whisper quietly about her, she falters and loses step. "What am I doing?" she asks herself. When she is about to turn away from the forest and return home, a wolf appears near the tree-line, hidden in among the bushes. She is stunned and looks around to see if any picnickers notice it. The wolf waits. "Are you real?" she whispers to it, afraid to be heard talking to something that might not be there. And what would the neighbors think if they caught her talking to the shrubs? Eyes as wild and beautiful as lightning, the wolf holds her in his gaze. In his presence, she smells the earthy aromas of the land. Although afraid, something vibrant and mysterious fills her and makes her skin come alive. The feeling moves her and she follows the wolf, gently disappearing into the trees. "Are you sure you know where you are going?" a picnicker yells after her, others giggling in the mockery. But she doesn't hear them because her ears are listening for something else. {Copyright 2009 by Ken Robinson}


Whales, Dolphins, and the Singing People

2009-10-04

Large pods of whales were making their way through the Pacific waters. In their joy and sensing the Earth's Song and the Ocean's Song all around them, the whales sang to each other. Together they created an exquisite harmony, a mingling of ancient melodies that filled the planet and echoed out into the far reaches of the seen and unseen realms of the universe. During their singing, the whales became aware of a strange eerie sound coming from the sea, and when they went to explore it, they found a huge mass of floating putrid garbage swirling around itself. "What is this?" asked a little whale. "Garbage from the humans," gently replied his mother. "What can we do?" toned the small one. The pod of whales gathered and decided to make a large circle around the garbage and broadcast healing into the area. The cetacean grandmothers and grandfathers knew they needed assistance and sought help from the humans. Whales who felt a particular fondness and curiosity about the two-leggeds traveled to the shorelines of the entire world. Thousands of dolphins came to join them. Each whale and dolphin sang a calling song to inspire the humans to become aware. The youngest of human children heard the whale songs first. Many hearts were moved and an enormous response was made. Citizens all over the Earth gathered to sing, drum, and dance, which lead to dreaming, talking, and taking action. Songs of authentic love for the Earth filled the air. Exotic beings, energies, and spirits came from the stars and other dimensions to heal the sea, the skies and the lands, too. Music and beauty gently touched upon the fabric of all that was. Copyright © 2008-9 by Ken Robinson. All rights reserved.


September's Star Story: "Mouse's Search for Truth"

2009-09-06

Mouse was on a search for truth. He was sneaking carefully through a grassy field when he met up with Raven, who was perched conspicuously in a tree rooted right alongside Mouse's path. "Where are you going so quickly?" asked the old black winged one. "I am headed to the building the humans call a library!" relied the big-eared little animal. "To find the truth!" he added, catching his breath. He was in a hurry; this was serious business. Observing the tiny mammal, Raven turned his head this way and that way, his eyes flickering in curiosity. "Why do you think the truth is there?" "Because" squeaked Mouse "many humans go in and out of the building all day long, reading book after book. They do the same thing in bookstores. They must be finding the truth." Raven peered steadily through the branches of the tree. "You might check out the hidden door in the back of the library. You will see it only when you grow very still and look with soft eyes." Leaning forward he lifted up and flew off. "Huh, what was that...a door...in the back of the...hmmm...oohh....Raven can be so cryptic...I getta get going," mumbled Mouse to himself as he darted off impatiently to his destination. Mouse searched for truth all day long at the library, pouring through one book after the other. First one title and cover would catch his eye then another. "Oh this must contain the truth," he'd think with each book. Then another would grab his attention. "Yes, here's the reality of things." He went on and on this way. Mouse read many intriguing stories, yet by the end of the day he was exhausted, overwhelmed, and discouraged. His mind raced and reeled with the accumulation of so many thoughts and beliefs. He felt like his head was stuffed with no room left to breath. "Something is missing," he whispered to himself. "What is it?" Then he remembered Raven's talk of the hidden door. Excited and hopeful, Mouse lightly stepped to the rear of the building and looked behind the last tall stack of books, straining his tired eyes to see if the door was really there, but he saw nothing. "Ugh! Raven is such a trickster. How could I even consider the advice of the silly bird?" grumped the disgruntled rodent. Mouse then laid his head down on the floor. He took a deep breath and let out all of his fear of not accomplishing his goal. Slowly his eyes grew soft in his resting, and then he saw something shining. He raised his head. Something began to appear. "The door, it is there!" He scampered over to it, smelling and touching it. It was resonating with energy. Jumping up and down in celebration, he looked up and saw the words, "First-Hand Experience," shimmering above the secret entry way. With his tiny pink nose, Mouse gently nudged the door open and entered into a vast vibrant endless world. Here he felt so alive, directly engaged with life itself. He had found his Truth.


August Story - "Snake's Wisdom"

2009-08-01

Young Snake lay on a sidewalk by a busy street. Cars scurry about with horns honking and tires screeching, their exhaust pipes puffing gaseous fumes into the air. The many vehicles that whisk by are filled with frustrations, blasting sounds, depressing news, and worried minds. Young Snake watches it all in disbelief, and before long, he finds himself feeling very sick, heavy, and confused. Motionless, he doesn't know where to go while his mind races like traffic. Elder Snake slithers beside Young Snake. "What's the matter little guy?" she inquires, her voice as soft as the gentle chortling of a forest creek. "I can't think...can't move...too much dissonance and static. Can't get clear," he mumbles. Elder Snake can see what is happening. "Direct your attention to the feeling of your Song - your Self. Allow the feeling to expand until it fills your entire body. Keep focused." Young Snake does so and soon feels the return of a great sense of relaxation and joy. No longer resonating with the disturbing vibrations of all the traffic and people noise, he is Himself again. Looking up with renewed curiosity and wonder, he smiles that kind of broad smile for which snakes are known.


July's Star Medicine Story -

2009-06-28

Seeking shelter from a great storm, Giraffe sauntered on her long legs into a large dark cave. As soon as she entered the cavern, she found herself being dive-bombed by angry bats, who, having lost their connection with their internal extrasensory guidance system, bumped into her body and swarmed around her head in a terrible fury. To escape their wrath, Giraffe quickly lowered her head to the cave floor, where she found a little mouse crouched behind a rock. "What's happening in here?" she asked the little creature. Mouse answered, raising his squeaky voice so he could be heard over the loud frenzied flapping of thousands of bat wings, "The bats carelessly have buried their ancient knowledge in their excrement. Now they are confused and racing about in fear and frustration. They are extremely stressed about the matter." Giraffe paused and thought a moment before replying, "They are lost without the knowledge of who they are. No wonder they can't see where they are going."


July's Star Medicine Story - "The Swirling"

2009-06-28

Seeking shelter from a great storm, Giraffe sauntered on her long legs into a large dark cave. As soon as she entered, she found herself being dive-bombed by angry bats, who, having disrupted their once-reliable inner extrasensory guidance system, bumped into her body and swarmed around her head in a terrible fury. To escape their wrath, Giraffe quickly lowered her head to the cave floor, where she found a little mouse crouched behind a rock. "What's happening in here?" she asked the tiny creature. Mouse answered, raising his squeaky voice so he could be heard over the loud frenzied flapping of thousands of bat wings, "The bats carelessly have buried their ancient knowledge in their excrement. Now they are confused and racing about in fear and frustration. They are extremely stressed about the matter." Giraffe paused and thought a moment before replying, "They are lost without the knowledge of who they are. No wonder they cannot see where they are going!"


Grandmother Beaver and the Dreamtime

2009-06-01

A woman and man were venturing for a long time through an old forest. They ached in their hearts to know what their lives were all about, and because they did not know who they really were, they found themselves walking in circles, tripping and arguing along the way. Eventually, they came to a large beaver lodge. It was beautifully made and surrounded by a large pool of clear pristine water. The woman and man offered gifts to Grandmother Beaver and asked if she would teach them about life. Grandmother Beaver invited them both into her lodge and when they made themselves comfortable, she chanted softly, swaying gently in her melodic rhythms, shifting energies with her love. As the humans began to relax, the top of the lodge slowly opened, revealing a vast endless night sky. The stars were incredibly brilliant, inspiring a rich sense of splendor and ancientness. Seeing that the two seekers were spilling over with joy and aliveness, Grandmother Beaver leaned over and whispered, "The feeling you are each now having is You. It is the unique vibrant signature of your spirit, and this feeling sensation is something you can bask in, protect, and explore forever." The woman's and man's heartache began to heal, their first glimmers of feeling at home again.


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