The power of Stories

✨The Power of Stories ✨

I’m so good at inventing stories. So good, in fact, that I do it all the time — whether I’m aware of it or not.

There’s a podcast constantly playing in the background of my mind 🎶

Sometimes the channel discusses inspiring topics.

Sometimes it’s just… crap.

It depends on the mood of the narrator, whether the planets are aligned 🪐, and whether she danced, meditated, or slept enough the day before 🧘🏻‍♀️

Many times, the stories get complex — an epic soup 🍜 of symbolism, meaning, and overlapping narratives. They blend and shift in endless variations, connecting threads that could keep the play going for lifetimes.

The narrator loves these stories...

There’s mystery, adrenaline in linking and unraveling them — and attachment ⚓️ Especially to those that trace back to some form of childhood trauma. She knows she’s got rich material in that department…

Then there are stories that feel more grounded — like observational nature documentaries 🎥🌱

The narrator believes she’s being clever, describing things “objectively.”

But even science now admits: all we really have is subjectivity.

And then, there are pure fictions.

Some are good comedies, others bad dramas.

The worst kind are when she gathers fragments from past stories that caused pain, adds that meaning to the present, and projects it into the future — creating not only a distorted version of “now,” but a discouraging outlook ahead.

A tragic remix of old suffering 🫠

Not a fun result. Feels like a bad joke.

The funny thing is: this is so human.

Especially when we’re still more familiar with suffering than with ease or pleasure.

We crave certainty — what’s known.

We feed thoughts that feel “real” because they match our past, rather than thoughts that feel better.

We lack pro-positive imagination.

More often than not, this last category of stories doesn’t contribute to my healing...

Even though they may carry big data 📚 — important pieces of historic truth — if my focus stays on the stories themselves, they actually distract me from the one thing I need most:

to simply sit and feel.

To stay in my body with whatever is happening…

Stillness requires courage ❤️‍🔥

Emptiness requires courage.

To just be — not doing, not fixing, not needing to know the answer.

To let go of interpretations and simply allow the emotion to exist as it is…

That might be the most unpopular, yet the most necessary form of bravery in our times — and it is a deeply feminine one.

It’s not the kind obsessed with outer achievements, control, outcomes, or conquest.

It’s the kind that dares to be vulnerable.

That remains open — a doorway through which all emotions can pass freely.

That uses the superpower of acceptance as medicine.

The podcast narrator — in her exhausting effort to be more than human, to solve the origin of every mystery — doesn’t really add to the quality of my life, nor to the healing of past traumas.

In fact, she takes me away from the most powerful healing breakthrough of all:

remembering I am a daughter.

A child of Mother Earth.

A child of Father Sun.

Again, and again, and forever — I am only a child of Source.

That is my happy ending — the one that ends all the bad stories.

Tonight, I’ll rest in my heart with that blessing.