And now, the story's told

Sally

So, you found something that took the pressure off you? Girl you need things like that.

Mokihana

I know, or maybe I just don't believe it by myself, that's why I conjured you up and got the storyteller involved.

Storyteller

Hay, you don't need an excuse to make things up when it's just too much for your own dear self now girls. The point of being is not to make it as rough it can possibly get. Destiny made you 'born' with the stars at your back and the moon in your pocket, but the sun's always in your heart. So, Mokihana what is it you found to take the pressure off?

Mokihana

Here's the code. Maybe someone will be in need of it.

"Once upon a time" ... "

TRANSLATION: This is a time that makes no sense to me. If it were somebody else's some time, I might be less contorted. Let me see if I can get to a some place where my heart feels safe, and my mind keen. There is great power and grand memories to be had when a person starts to write her own fairy tale. It is not a new thing and is probably the oldest of remedies for a soul that has become lost.

The story of Sam and Sally began at a sometime that made no sense to me. I was living a nightmare in full light, in a place once my home of origin. No one and no place fit into the dealings of my life with my dear man Pete. It must have been that our realities were stolen or mislaid.

Environmental chaos and the rules that govern the making of poisons, toxins and altered realities/foods/product create a fairy tale of wickedness and dark forces. Inconvenient truth such as illness cured when all those rules and poison-makings change or stop are the stuff of classic tales.

Sam and Sally had a tale to be told and someone needed to narrate the ups, downs, over and throughs for the two old dears. It was essential to have the story told, lest the courage and transformation shrivel like last years apples unpicked.

The blog Sam and Sally is pau ... done for now. It will be part of a new transformation to come very soon. I hope this blog has given you hope, educated you perhaps, inspired you to tell your fairy tale. It matters that the story is told. Tell yours.

Thank you Kay,Thank you Clarissa Pinkola Estees, Thank you Aunty Lily.

Aloha, Mokihana

Dear Sal ... A Valentine

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My dear Sal,

Ah how delighted I am to see the blossoming of your life these past months. My vantage point is such a privileged one you know, I observe the ebb and flow of your journey, record the bits and bundles when you have scant reserve to explain it. I call on the Gallery of Muses that hold store of lives like yours, asking them for the images and words that might fill your gaps. They are always available to you and to me. Sometimes you are caught in a kink or illusion of deprivation and I wince because I know you are feeling pain. A storyteller cannot take pain away, I am not without feelings myself, it is simply not my role to remove YOUR experiences. What I have witnessed in the weeks ending last year, and the time since the new year began is a gathering of your angels. They are in your life so much more, dear gal. Of course, you sense them and I hear your conversations and your increasing cheer.

The human body is a vessel of incredible treasure. Yours is one of those the gods invested with the memory of heaven in the senses. The Planet is a mirror of the memory of heaven, and like you she has the ability and resources to clean and clear herself. What I have seen in you and in others like you who have cellular memory of heaven in Earth Bodies is how you either complement or react to the seasons of change this planet is experiencing. As Earth clears or clogs I witness your body do similarly. The Earth tires, you tire. The watching is not easy ... talk about wincing ! Human kind has turned their role as part of ALL and created illusions of territory and control over others. That illusion is being recycled ... all matter remains, it transforms from one state to the other.

Dear one, I see the transformation in you as your soul being expands, clears and becomes infant, new and shining. Your life on Earth is truly an aging in reverse journey as was written in your Star Chart. To be with you as you age in reverse is a Storyteller's version of 'justice.' Ah, the appetite for words ... 'justice', 'just desserts', reward, abundance. I write to you my cherished Sal in the manner of one of your favorite storytellers Jane Austin to reinforce and affirm your appreciation for a well-written, perfectly timed letter. Open and read this, knowing you are loved in every imaginable and unimaginable ways.

Love you always,

Your Storyteller