The Never Ending Story

When I was a kid, I went to a babysitter’s afterschool. My memory is of the stale graham crackers, the sticky table, the smelly dog with the eye boogers, the traumatic hide-and-seek incident (I’ll get to that). But there is one life-changing thing that took place there. Every single day we watched The Neverending Story. I think it was the only movie they owned and I never got tired of watching it. For those who haven’t watched it 300 times, it’s about a young boy who is a bit of a misfit. Instead of going to class, he reads books in an attic at school. The book he’s chosen has magical powers.

As he reads it, he realizes that he is part of the story. The fantastical world inside the book is in danger of being consumed by “the nothing”, a force that will destroy the entire universe unless he, the boy reading the book, dreams out loud. The universe will end unless he steps up and participates in the story, but he struggles to believe this to be true. For my young mind, it was a total trip to think about life as a participatory story, one in which you have to keep dreaming and where the world is counting on you to change its fate.

Okay, so the hide-and-seek incident. This babysitter lived in our neighborhood and had a daughter one year younger than me and a son one year older than me. One day, we were playing hide-and-seek and I chose to hide in the bathroom behind the shower curtain. Apparently it was a brilliant hiding spot because no one found me for a really long time.

Finally, the older boy came into the bathroom. I thought I’d been found, but instead he closed the door and proceeded to pee. I thought I would die behind that shower curtain! I was so embarrassed. To this day, I check behind every shower curtain of every bathroom I enter! That’s how impactful and influential our early childhood experiences are.

Flashforward to 2014. I’m 38 years old and attending a research conference in Washington D.C.. I’m there with a doctor who is also my co-presenter at the conference. We have a great professional relationship but not much of a personal one. I have two young kids at home and I’m 2,500 miles away from them, so I am enjoying some rare and precious alone time. The book I brought with me is called The Synchronicity Key by David Wilcock and it reminds me a lot of The Neverending Story, except it has over 700 scientific references. The book claims that we are, in fact, in a never-ending participatory story in which we are all connected and dreaming up reality together, for the most part unknowingly. Alone in my hotel room in D.C., I'm reading this book before bed. I read through a passage that claims that we all have guardian angels around us cheering on our every move, helping us to grow, evolve, and navigate our lives.

It sounded amazing, but also like a lot of effort and resources - a little implausible. As I closed the book and turned off the hotel light, I asked out loud, “All of this for little ol’ me?” Then I went to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I took off my clothes and looked in the mirror. Emblazoned on my chest was a handprint. My very first thought was about the question I asked the night before, but then my mind started kicking in. “Oh, my gosh, what is that?” I tried to recreate it with my hand but I couldn’t contort my arm to fit the print. I pressed on my chest but the mark was definitely not from sleeping on my hand. It was emblazoned on my skin like a hickey. I got my phone and tried to take a picture but it didn’t show up. I then started going down the rabbit hole. Maybe it’s a ringworm? I’m going to have to ask my doctor colleague to look at my chest, this is going to be so embarrassing. I got into the shower feeling anxious. When I got out, I looked in the mirror and it was gone.

This experience left me knowing that we are living in a participatory universe. I had asked a question and received a very direct answer, “Yes, we are here. We are with you, guiding you, cheering you on.” We are individually creating the story of our life and collectively creating the story of our world. When we realize this, we have the opportunity to create a beautiful story- one of cooperation, creativity, love, laughter and joy.

Right now, I see a world created out of the deep trauma that humanity has endured individually and collectively. I’ve spent the last three years trying to clean out my closet. I’ve been looking closely at the traumas and patterns embedded in my energy field that continue to play out in my life. Luckily, we have a lot of help when it comes to clearing out trauma. Just in Port Angeles alone, I’ve met several very talented energy healers (listed below). When enough of us have cleaned out our closets, I truly believe we will birth a new, more beautiful world.

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