Beyond the mundane.
My husband is a storyteller of the highest caliber. As a matter of fact it was on the first date that he captivated me with his skill in crafting the most amazing, intriguing and (in hindsight), unbelievable stories. He has told of free diving in the South Pacific, only to notice the sharks looming overhead as the lightning illuminated the dark waters; and of wrestling with a bear in Alaska when I was devastated to find his face bloodied and swollen. Some of the stories were true and some were fables, but all were told with details and emotion that energetically charged the occurrence with truth and believability, drawing me into his inner world of creative symbolism ( manipulation). I learned over the years to read him more accurately as I recognized, to my own amazement, how very gullible I was, and how his magnetic delivery of each story hid the possibility of myth from the unsuspecting listener.
I am reminded of this gift as I dive deeper and deeper into the realm of myth and folk tales, learning of the stories passed down from different cultures and eras. The participation of both the artist and the listener is required to give life to the myth. A story invites us to live a tale through the expression of another, and many of us vulnerably journey through these worlds of word pictures without hearing the underlying meaning and subtly, or not so subtly, suggestive content.
When we no longer understand the context of a story, it’s artful expression of deeper meaning and intrinsic value can be lost beneath the layers of emotion or entertainment of our adventure craving psyche. Have we become so unconscious of our inner desire for adventure that we no longer journey inward for deeper meaning and revelation, but rather attach ourselves to a story that somehow defines us within an experience of someone’s else’s revelation? Have we lost the art of cultivating our lives to reflect the adventure we were made for, the indulgence of passion having been made somewhat taboo in our present culture?
Just as a wise teacher never tells a student what to think, but uncovers methods of how to think, revealing ideas that might stimulate the unconscious to process thoughts of ones own in a beneficial and inspired way, stories heard from the heart empower us to be more of who we are in both the physical and spiritual realms of awareness.
Jung was known for dropping bread crumbs in such a way that as the dots are slowly connected, the understanding of a concept becomes a personal truth for the listener, one that integrates into the very substance of a persons consciousness. By understanding stories, myths, dreams and even omens, we open ourselves up to a more fulfilling existence, appreciating the revelation that comes by whatever method it may. Without placing limitations on our belief systems or even desiring a concrete understanding of any question that might be nagging within us, we leave room for the interpretation to change and expand as we ourselves expand thoughtfully and experientially. If we are the question and the answer, the adventure of a lifetime is awaiting us throughout each moment we are aware of it. Whether by way of the inner journey, of experiencing oneself more fully through the unconscious or undiscovered self, or the outer adventure of becoming more aware of oneself through relationship to the earth, others and the unknown, we become more by giving ourselves permission to explore and expand our own beingness.
Through story we give language to the unknowable, and meaning to the not yet understood; connecting the dots in our own life, and then dropping crumbs for anyone else who may wish to broaden their own ideas. When we place value on the magic of revelation through the myths that have been told over the years, and more importantly the ones we engage in our own creative Dreamtime, we invite more understanding and more of the universe to reveal itself to us. What we learn from each revelation is a stone of truth, rememberance and becoming, that if we hold it lightly to allow for expansion, will never become a brick fortress of exclusion or separation, but a gathering of gems that decorate our lives until we decide to redefine and redecorate.
It is a gifted wordsmith that can eloquently reveal meaning through the delivery of a magnetically charged story. Could it be the one who comprehends the allegorical composition, who is able to ingest the value while digesting the thought, (without attaching judgement), is the one who invites adventure and passion, deeper contentment and reception of life? He who has ears let him hear, comes to mind. And he who has, will be given more.
Just as I was astounded at my own gullibility at the many tall tales my husband told with gleaming eyes, I was just as amazed to discover my ignorance to my own clouded assuming mind. Assuming things were true or fact, or fiction for that matter; assuming something to be right or wrong, or even that I understood something “properly”, like witnessing a sprout, unaware of the massive root system underneath. I had capped out my ability to discover more. I brought the ceiling down to meet my own experience, limiting the possibility to expand my mentality and emotional maturity, closing the door on the enchanting discoveries of the innermost journey through spiritual connectivity and the awareness of our participation in each moment we experience.
Allowing exploration of ourselves similar to that of Alice in wonderland as she grew and shrank, while processing circumstance and ideas, we create stories to be told, however it might be the one listening that then creatively articulates her own story out of the way she has heard it told; her perception and her own insights coloring the mundane. Quite possibly, every story ever told is rewritten each time it is heard by the one who has ears to hear. Transcending the mundane to experience the extraordinary through the sharing of creative insight, we bring enjoyment to the mundane and begin to integrate the mundane and the transmundane to experience more wholly who we are, what we are capable of, and how we would choose to spend our time.