Post by Rob on Apr 23, 2015 12:31:21 GMT
The Barn Door
It was the morning before the morning, I was sitting on my favorite rock, just outside the old barn, when all of a sudden the huge barn door opened, as the wind howled, I was jolted to listen, as a young voice spoke:
In your hesitations there is an urge not to move on until you have graduated into in your soul.
Suddenly the young voice became a stammering voice of an old woman instructing me not to be scared and that I should remember everything that is being told me. I relaxed and she spoke:
Say one simple prayer that you can look straight into yourself without flinching.
I shut my eyes to remember, the door opened wider, and this time the voice was louder:
A successful dialogue with a snake is required for anyone wanting to know their soul.
I captured every word. I leaned away and fell asleep. When I awoke I nearly died, as nestled between my rock and me was a red snake. He crawled away as I moved and I looked down and he had shed a skin and as I looked close there were words on the skin left behind:
Hold back your shoulders and embrace the haunting questions about your own adequacy.
By now I was scared, as I had no idea what was going on. I wondered if I was going crazy. I stood up, the barn door started to close and then opened quickly, and a column of fire was descending from high up in rafters. It got very hot and then suddenly disappeared. I noticed on the ground a stone tablet with words on it:
Know that the fear that scares you comes from someone who has always loved you.
I knew I was not alone as now I could see a lone wolf out behind the barn.. Just then
I heard another voice, that of a old man with a Scottish accent:
When the door is about to open, close off your ability to run fast, sit backwards against the wind, letting what has been behind you take notice and climb into your own lap to be greeted by the members of your whole life who have gathered to celebrate your own beginning.
I felt gripped by the eyes of the wolf who was looking at the moon listening for directions. The wolf then came near so I could feel her fur and when she did I heard in myself:
In you there is a darkness whose wild animal is forever sharpening its teeth.
Just then I knew the door to the barn was going to close. I stood up and my dead grandfathers were walking beside my dead father and they all looked at me with a wink and each had something to say to me:
In your body is a prayer ready to explode. (my grandfather S)
Forgive until you can breathe again.
(my grandfather R)
You fart so you will never pass up a chance to laugh ( my father )
I could not stop laughing when suddenly my dead mother appeared and whispered:
You are wounded so you can find your strength.
All of them hugged me and then arm in arm wandered away, as the huge barn door
slowly closed. As it locked I awoke up from this enormous dream, as I heard the sound of a moose behind our tent in the woods here in the northern wilderness.
When I went outside a butterfly landed on my head.
It was the morning before the morning, I was sitting on my favorite rock, just outside the old barn, when all of a sudden the huge barn door opened, as the wind howled, I was jolted to listen, as a young voice spoke:
In your hesitations there is an urge not to move on until you have graduated into in your soul.
Suddenly the young voice became a stammering voice of an old woman instructing me not to be scared and that I should remember everything that is being told me. I relaxed and she spoke:
Say one simple prayer that you can look straight into yourself without flinching.
I shut my eyes to remember, the door opened wider, and this time the voice was louder:
A successful dialogue with a snake is required for anyone wanting to know their soul.
I captured every word. I leaned away and fell asleep. When I awoke I nearly died, as nestled between my rock and me was a red snake. He crawled away as I moved and I looked down and he had shed a skin and as I looked close there were words on the skin left behind:
Hold back your shoulders and embrace the haunting questions about your own adequacy.
By now I was scared, as I had no idea what was going on. I wondered if I was going crazy. I stood up, the barn door started to close and then opened quickly, and a column of fire was descending from high up in rafters. It got very hot and then suddenly disappeared. I noticed on the ground a stone tablet with words on it:
Know that the fear that scares you comes from someone who has always loved you.
I knew I was not alone as now I could see a lone wolf out behind the barn.. Just then
I heard another voice, that of a old man with a Scottish accent:
When the door is about to open, close off your ability to run fast, sit backwards against the wind, letting what has been behind you take notice and climb into your own lap to be greeted by the members of your whole life who have gathered to celebrate your own beginning.
I felt gripped by the eyes of the wolf who was looking at the moon listening for directions. The wolf then came near so I could feel her fur and when she did I heard in myself:
In you there is a darkness whose wild animal is forever sharpening its teeth.
Just then I knew the door to the barn was going to close. I stood up and my dead grandfathers were walking beside my dead father and they all looked at me with a wink and each had something to say to me:
In your body is a prayer ready to explode. (my grandfather S)
Forgive until you can breathe again.
(my grandfather R)
You fart so you will never pass up a chance to laugh ( my father )
I could not stop laughing when suddenly my dead mother appeared and whispered:
You are wounded so you can find your strength.
All of them hugged me and then arm in arm wandered away, as the huge barn door
slowly closed. As it locked I awoke up from this enormous dream, as I heard the sound of a moose behind our tent in the woods here in the northern wilderness.
When I went outside a butterfly landed on my head.