
StoryThe Project Sanctuary StoryA Project Sanctuary "story" is a sequence of events that has a beginning, a middle and an end and MOVES through its unfoldments. By starting with a question, an artefact, or a problem, a story comes into being that is co-created by the conscious mind and the energy mind together and this story will eventually lead to a breakthrough on the topic - what we call a threshold shift. Stories can be short and succinct, or very complex and involved to become a metastory, one of the most profound Project Sanctuary experiences - or any other type of experience, for that matter! - you can have. Stories hold exponentially more information than lists of static facts; they are complex, organic metaphors. When we have Project Sanctuary story experiences and tell others about them - story telling - spontaneously a natural form of languaging comes into being that is called a metasong. Are you still waiting to "prove yourself on the battlefields of the Hard" so that you can know what you are worth, or whether you are a winner or a loser? If so, then here is a story that might change your mind, if not point the way to a change of heart, indeed. Read on.
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A story about a little girl who had lost her voice by Silvia Hartmann.
Susan found, to her horror, that an ugly, demonic witch woman had appeared and had started to shrivel plants, make birds drop from the sky, just the usual kind of evil stuff you'd rightfully expect such a character to perpetrate.
June
was very concerned about her looks, her weight and after a little
investigation, it turned out that she was terrified of growing old.
You're welcome to share my sanctuary story. In short, I asked for a representation of abundance in all things material (and specifically money). Up came a vast field of buttercups, golden in the sun.
Anne, a fellow therapist and a good friend, dreamed of starving kittens
repeatedly over a period of years. The dreams were frightening and depressing
and always proceeded along the same lines: she would be quite happy in some
landscape or other, and then would come across a litter of near starved kittens
of about 3-4 weeks old. They were skin and bones and obviously unloved and
abandoned. After each dream she'd wake up scared and full of dread.
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