THE STORY OF THE STARS
By A Starsoul. Filed in Book Review |Tags: Story of stars
In reading Henry Leo Bolduc’s book The Journey within: Past Life Regression and Channeling
“Would there be a topic that someone would care to have a story woven around?” Pretty Flower asked.”What about the stars?” said our astronomer friend.
Now that would seem like a simple little story, and it is. However, we seem to have the rules of creation so well established in our being that we forget that it is as we would like it to be. We simply need to be in touch with the spark of Creation within, and to allow ourselves to be in full vibration. And then we are a star in ourselves. We are Creation. There is a difference between creating and being Creation.
“All right. What a wonderful idea. One moment.” [She chants.]
There was one time, upon the petals of the flower and the leaves of the trees, and upon the grass, the blades of grass, and upon our green — little tiny droplets of dew.
And in the very early hours of the dawn, there comes the great creative spirit, the Holy of Holies, the Wind Spirit. And as he blows upon the droplets of dew, there is a vortex that is formed from his breath, and it pulls into its center, the droplets of dew. And they are formed within the vibration of the vortex, in the meadows — in the green there is the vortex.
And from the vortex there is a being that emerges. And the being is the wonderful vibration of the Princess of the Dew. And as she emerges, she views the surrounding vibrations on many levels, and she feels the green.
And as the dawn approaches, she finds herself walking and in her being, she seeks a vibration similar to hers. And as she finds none at the moment, she continues her travels, and she finds within her hand a flower. And as she looks at her hand and she sees the flower, lo and behold, the petals spring from her very palm. And she sees the flower, and she talks to the flower like her friend. And she carries the flower in her palm as she walks, and she feels the wonderful, refreshing companionship of the vibration in the flower.
And when she finds herself near the pond, near the catchbasin of the little trickles that have become bigger and bigger, and when she finds herself at the pond, she is delighted in the vibration of the water. And she holds up her palms, and she blows her breath upon the petals. And the petals, her wonderful friends, fall upon the water. And they stay atop of the water, and she sees them moving around.
And then she picks up another wonderful sparkling vibration, and she tosses it upon the water, and it floats. And its its like a cup on the water. And she sees that the contents of the cup upon the water is the wonderful, sparkling dust of the fairies. And she is most happy to be seeing that vibration on the water with her petal friends.
And as she is looking, she sees at her feet a tiny piece of wood. And she picks the piece of wood and she sets it on the water, and she gives it a tiny push with her finger. And it glides out in between the petals and near the cup of fairy dust. And she loves the vibration of her friends.
And she continues. As she wanders around the pond, she finds a feather, and she puts the feather in her palm, and she blows with her breath, and the feather lifts in the air and floats down to the pond. And she continues, finding wonderful surprises along the banks of the river. And each wonderful surprise, and each vibration is her friend. And she puts them all atop the water. And she watches them move about each other.
And then there is a realization within the wonderful dew maiden, the Princess of the Dew, and it is that she must travel on. That it is time to travel to a new vibration. And she is torn, and her heart feels a slight tug as she sees her friends, floating atop the water, and she knows not how to take them with her, and she knows not how to leave them.
And she sits aside the pond and she ponders the situation. And she calls to the Wind Spirit for advice. And she hears nothing. And she wonders what she will do. And the words come to her in the wondering, when she says, “What can I do?” And the “I do” reminds her that she has deep within her being the spark of the universe. The Creative Spark. And she allows her being to be in touch with the spark, and she hears the message. And she is whole and she stands, and she raises her arms and extends her being to her full capacity.
And then she bends down and she places on hand on the edge of the water, and she places the other hand on the edge of the water, and she grabs hold of the top of the water, and she makes a sound — that is, a vibration – - and there is a whirling in her being. And lo and behold, she pulls and she lifts the top of the water with her friends, she spins around, and she flings the top of the water upward.
And lo and behold, the birth of the stars. And her friends are with her always. And she sees the twinkling in the cup, and knows it is the fairy dust.
[She chants.]
