Co-creating with the Divine
Co-creating with the Divine
Have you ever had the experience where a creation seemed to come through you rather than from you? I have recently been studying the book “the Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron (I highly recommend this life-changing experience) and she teaches some basic principles about creativity (which everyone possesses), among which are:
- When we open ourselves to our creativity, we open ourselves to the creator’s creativity within us and our lives.
- As we open our creative channel to the creator, many gentle but powerful changes are to be expected.
- Our creative dreams and yearnings come from a divine source. As we move toward our dreams, we move toward our divinity.
The story below was one of these co-creating experiences for me. I was given an assignment for an online Soul Integrity class I was taking (by Staci Sadler, author of “Aura Personalities”) to write a story of a path and this is what emerged. Funny enough, I wrote it while in the bathtub. Well, it mostly wrote itself. I had no prior inclination where it was going to go and I was as interested as the next guy to see how it would unfold. It turned out to be an inspiring analogy of life. Enjoy this creation and then go create something yourself!
I walk on my path, enjoying the yellow flowers that are singing to me along the sidelines, when I am startled by a creature crossing the path. He looks much like a turtle, but then his shell opens up and a fluffy creature pops out as though the turtle were simply his vehicle. The fluffy little thing speaks with a surprisingly low voice and asks, “What is your purpose here?”
“Why, to reach the end of the road, of course.”
“And why, pray tell, would you want to do that?”
“Well, I haven’t seen clearly what is there, but my heart yearns for it. It calls to me. Some wisdom within tells me that the experience is glorious and beautiful. I feel that there awaits my truest Friend.”
“Very well, you may continue on, but be warned, very few have reached the end for there are many diversions along the way.” The creature climbs back into his vehicle and drives away.
I walk for hours, enjoying the singing flowers, and obliging trees hand me fruit along the way to sustain me.
Indeed there were many places where the path diverged and I had to decide which way to go. Though tantalizing smells and sounds came from the veering paths I always knew which was the correct way by the glowing fireflies that flew above the trees over my path. If I listened closely I found that they were whispering sweet truths, “Joy and gladness awaits. Stay in the path of light.” When I became weary they would whisper encouragement and at one point when I nearly collapsed, hundreds of them flew behind me, nearly lifting me off the ground.
At one point a dark, shadowy creature flew at me, grabbing me by the wrist to pull me forcefully away. By instinct, I focused on my heart, which started to glow and radiate from me. This light seemed as acid to this dark creature and crying out, he withered to nothingness.
At times I could not see, nor hear, my firefly friends. I knew they wanted me to be strengthened by not having their constant help. At times I felt lonely, but I doubted not what I knew to be true…I knew I was supported even though I couldn’t see it and I knew the beautiful end was nearing.
After an especially long stretch of aloneness I nearly got to the point of despair, though I fought it. I sat at the base of a tree, trying to find the will to move on, when I heard a faint trickling sound from above. I looked up and saw a droplet, like a tear, coming down the tree. I held my hand at the base of the tree and caught the droplet in my palm. As I held it before me I was amazed at its luminescence. Opalescent colors swirled around in a myriad of hues.
Then before my eyes I beheld the droplet begin to form into a fairy.
She spoke. “My sweet girl. We have been watching you. You have been so faithful. Your truest Friend has sent me with a gift for the last stretch of this journey.” I waited, grateful for the support of her appearance and in anticipation of my gift. She handed me a bottle of mist with the instruction, “Close your eyes and spray this mist over the lids. It will begin to awaken you to the abilities that lie within.” I did as instructed and instantly sensed the vastness of my soul, the brilliance of my mind, and my endless physical capabilities. One of these abilities was that of flight. Once the realization came I began to rise from the ground. For an instant I wished I had gained this realization sooner to avoid all of my suffering, but then I saw in my mind’s eye, all that I gained from the path I had trod.
I thanked my beautiful, petite friend and waved as I rose above the trees. Oh, what a view! I could look back and see how far I had come. I could see the divergent paths and the depths and tar-like murk where they led. There were many sorry souls trapped there, unable to progress.
More importantly, I could see ahead into the glorious dawn…my destination. As I neared the brilliant light, my truest Friend came forth and wrapped His arms around me. His love consumed me as He whispered the beautiful words, “Well done.” This was home.