The last few days as I’ve been contemplating last weekend’s oracle, I’ve been reminded of an old story, of which a re-imagined version: The Priestess And The Thundermaker I would like to share with you now.
Once upon a fairy tale, in a forest alive with whispers from the various magical beings, was a woman, openly accepting of all manner of life and its divine right to be. To some she was the Oracle, to whom they would gravitate in times of both great need and of great abundance… the first they would ask and the first they would tell. In humility she gave of her best, opening their hearts and minds to the possibilities that already existed within them, that they may go and create the forest anew for the highest good of all with their newly remembered innate power.
The place where this Priestess resided within the forest was a simple dwelling, door always open but protected by a force field of pure love and light. It was long since prophesied that one day would come a storm, a storm so intense that the force field would be charged by lightening and grow to encompass the whole forest and even the world beyond. Some believed, some became weary at the centuries that had passed by, but all knew of the prophesy.
Just beyond the boarders of the forest lived a Shaman, a powerful co-creator with the magical forces of manifestation. Some called him a healer of enormous skill, a wanderer, a shapeshifter, but all respected his wisdom regardless that they sometimes feared his apparent power.
The Shaman had for many moons witnessed through the whispers of the forest, the power of the Priestess, and was aware also from his connection to all that there is, that the oncoming storm was prophesied. Unlike the rest of the forest he along with the Priestess understood that in order for the perfect storm to arise the timing must coincide with the coming together of the creative and the receptive, the masculine and the feminine, the yang must meet the yin for the force field to be struck and explode to encompass all life, all love.
Now nobody really knows the reason for the next part of the story but here goes… Having returned from his wanderings the Shaman had gathered that the Priestess had found peace, no longer waiting for the perfect storm, expecting that it would arrive in its own time in a format that even she, a powerful seer, could not anticipate. This disturbed him, we don’t know why, perhaps the whispering had always inspired him and helped to propel his own work in the world beyond the magical forest. His motives unclear, his actions were evident…
At the edge of the forest was the cave of echoes. He rested here sometimes and knew of its acoustic healing properties. He set to work inside the cave creating crashes and bangs and as much noise as he could, knowing the echoes would rumble through and around the forest for all to hear but especially for the Priestess… an omen? The coming storm? Would this be the time of great illumination, the time where lightening would finally strike and love flow over the whole world?
Each time the Shaman had returned in the past, the thunder would commence. Though the inhabitants of the forest believed in the prophesy as a literal storm, the Priestess knew that its symbolic nature was more likely… the day The Thundermaker stopped crashing and banging around the cave and stepped foot inside the forest, illumination would come, lightening would metaphorically strike and the combined alchemy of The Priestess and The Shaman, the cooperative creative power of Yin and Yang, shadow and light, would encompass the known world in an outpouring of love.
But she had heard the thunder before, so many times had the rumble resonated through her magical land… and she couldn’t see clearly past the dark clouds of experience to know if this clatter was the annunciation of the arrival of the storm or simply an unspecified attempt by the Shaman to remind the forest of his existence.
The universe asked that she suspend disbelief and stay open to the possibility of a miracle…
They say lightening never strikes twice. In the forest, until now, lightening simply never strikes… but the universe knows she has always remained open to the possibilities.
Yes I know I just played with The Boy Who Cried Wolf but it’s such a beautiful depiction of my point.
I hope you enjoyed it. Stay open. There may be weather just up ahead.
More later… x