Tomorrow begins what’s referred to as the October Power Days.
I’m wondering if anybody besides me is doing that one-word prayer:
RECEIVE.
Just a refresher—
Neuroscience has been studying what happens in the brain during prayer, meditation, and repetition.
Using brain-imaging technology, researchers have documented the development of new neuropathways.
With that in mind, one practice worth exploring is repeating a one-word prayer for 10 minutes a day over three to four weeks.
Another is repeating a word or statement 100 times a day for seven days, preferably first thing in the morning or at bedtime.
Yes, it takes a little time…but other than that, what could it hurt?
And guess what?
There are scientists who are beginning to acknowledge the power of prayer!
One suggestion, though—
Along with saying RECEIVE, you might want to add:
“In a perfect way.”
I work with the understanding that the field takes our words literally.
So, if we’re going to receive, we might as well receive something we really want!
And now, as far as today’s work—
Top overall stress: RESISTANCE.
Resistance to change, adaptation, or movement.
Perceived limitations.
Difficulty moving forward.
Feeling “cut down.”
A few other stress themes being worked with today include circulation, Liver patterns, fatty-acid nourishment, difficulty processing feelings, and emotional overload.
And now, for the next-to-last installment of the Fractal Fairy Tale…
BREATHE. MOVE. BROADCAST.
Brayden followed Barbelo down the stairs.
He had expected a dungeon.
Possibly bones and chains.
This was, after all, a Human lair.
Instead…
It smelled wonderful.
Something warm and sweet filled the air—wood, herbs, flowers, something baking somewhere.
Soft light seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
Plants grew along the stone walls.
Books filled enormous shelves.
Strange instruments sat on tables beside crystals, tuning forks, bowls, papers, and things Brayden could not begin to identify.
It was beautiful.
Brayden was stunned.
At the bottom of the stairs stood a very old man.
A Human.
He had silver hair, a long silver beard…
And he was wearing a crown.
He smiled.
Not just smiled.
Radiated.
Brayden had never seen anyone look that happy to see him.
“Welcome,” the man said.
Brayden stared.
“You’re Doc?”
“That’s what they call me.”
Brayden glanced around.
“You live alone down here?”
Doc smiled.
“Solitude helps me create.”
“Create what?”
“Ways to help donkeys remember.”
Doc explained that there were Human communities beneath the surface all around the planet.
Brayden stared at him.
“There are Humans everywhere?”
“Oh yes. Thriving. Raising families.”
Doc motioned for him to sit.
“You’ve been diagnosed with Progressive Simplistic Cerebral Hollowing Syndrome.”
“PSYCH.”
“Yes.”
Brayden lowered his head.
Doc laughed.
“Brayden, you are not sick.”
Brayden looked up.
“What?”
“PSYCH is not a disease.”
“But my brain is becoming empty.”
“No.”
Doc leaned closer.
“It is becoming quiet.”
Brayden stared at him.
“The thoughts that are disappearing were never all yours to begin with.”
He paused.
“Most were programmed in.”
A bunch of asses telling other asses what to think.
Doc continued.
“But now the spaces appearing in your mind are making room for something else.”
“What?”
“Memories of who you were before you forgot.”
Brayden’s chest tightened.
Doc smiled.
“Before you were a donkey…
You were royalty.”
And suddenly Brayden understood why certain big asses might want to stop little asses from remembering.
Doc nodded as though he had heard the thought.
“Exactly.”
The vaccine had not been created because PSYCH was destroying the donkeys.
It had been created because too many donkeys were beginning to remember.
Its purpose was to:
RESTORE STANDARD DONKEY THOUGHT DENSITY.
And prevent what was feared most—
A MAJOR PLANET EARTH RESET.
“So what am I supposed to do?” asked Brayden.
Doc stood.
“Three things.”
Brayden waited for something complicated.
Possibly expensive.
There would almost certainly be equipment.
Doc held up one finger.
“Every morning, before screens, before news, before saying even a word-
Breathe.”
Brayden blinked.
“That’s it?”
“In for four. Out for four. Ten times. Gently, comfortably.”
“That’s the treatment?”
“That’s number one.”
Doc raised a second finger.
“Then you move.”
And without warning, the ancient Human began to dance.
One foot forward.
Step.
Shift.
Turn.
Then the same thing in the other direction.
Brayden stared.
Doc stepped sideways.
Crossed over.
Turned again.
Then stopped rather majestically.
Brayden lost it.
“HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW-HAW!”
Doc waited patiently.
Brayden tried to stop.
Then Doc did the turn again.
“HEE-HAW-HAW-HAW!”
Brayden finally got himself under control.
And in all fairness, Doc was laughing too.
“It’s simple enough for a donkey to do,” said Brayden.
“That,” Doc replied, “is the point.”
“Plus, I just oxygenated my system.”
He smiled.
“Movement is crucial to reclaiming your signal.”
“A little humor doesn’t hurt either.”
Brayden looked at him more carefully.
Doc was ancient.
At least he looked ancient.
But he moved like a young man.
His eyes were bright.
His back was straight.
His energy filled the room.
Older donkeys didn’t look like that.
Older donkeys generally developed several diagnoses, complained about their knees, and scheduled their days around medications and screens.
Brayden was becoming rather intrigued.
“What’s number three?”
Doc looked directly at him.
“Every morning, say this out loud:
Today I broadcast my original frequency.
I reclaim my signal now.”
Brayden was silent.
Breathe.
Move.
Broadcast.
It seemed absurdly simple.
But there was still one problem.
Brayden looked at Doc.
“I don’t want to become Human.”
Doc raised an eyebrow.
“Why?”
“Because I love my family and friends.”
He hesitated.
“I’m not leaving them behind.”
Then added:
“Plus, I don’t want everyone thinking I’m a monster.”
Doc’s expression softened.
“That’s not going to happen.”
He paused.
“Now, there’s something else you need to know.”
He told Brayden about Waldo.
About the spell.
About the forgetting.
About the screens, the distractions, and the centuries spent keeping donkeys convinced they had always been donkeys.
Brayden sat in stunned silence.
“So the vaccine…”
Doc nodded.
“Waldo’s.”
Brayden stared at him.
“And he’s trying to stop us from remembering?”
“Exactly.”
Brayden swallowed.
“So if I remember what I am and become Human…”
Doc leaned back.
“Brayden, you’re still assuming there is only one version of the world.”
Silence.
“Think of reality like stations on a television.”
Brayden listened.
“They can all exist at the same time, but you only see the station you’re tuned to.”
“When your signal changes…
Your station changes.”
Brayden frowned.
“What about Belle? My family?”
“In the reality you are able to perceive, they will be Human too.”
Brayden’s eyes widened.
“And those who remain donkeys?”
“They continue seeing the station they’re tuned to.”
Doc smiled.
“In their reality, you’ll still be there…
As a donkey.”
Brayden stared at him.
“That makes absolutely no sense.”
Doc smiled.
“Not to a donkey.”
Brayden sat quietly for a moment.
Then asked:
“So Waldo can’t win?”
Doc laughed.
“Oh, Waldo can make things extremely inconvenient.”
Barbelo smiled.
“But win?”
Doc shook his head.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Doc leaned back in his chair.
“Because Waldo keeps trying to outsmart Source.”
He smiled.
“And that…
Has never worked.”
STAY TUNED FOR THE HAPPY ENDING…
