February 22, 1998

Samuel: Well greetings, dears.

Greetings, Samuel.

S: Aye. Still here, eh. Aye. Good. When last we were together, we talked about being a gift. Aye. That what you can give right now to make the largest difference, is the gift you are. Anybody—before I get into where I’m going this night—anybody have any particular results from that particular working? Aye.

Before you came, I mentioned about my brother, and I believe that the opening of my heart was great gift to him. And it was a gift to me.

S: Aye. You did good, my friend. Aye.

I’ve been more consciously giving lately, and I’ve noticed that my mental state has changed, and that life is a little more enjoyable when you kind of extend yourself.

S: Aye. It’s amazing isn’t it? Aye. The gift. Aye.

I had a good time with it, because after all the many years that I’ve been here and all the information I’ve had—which I should retain and I often don’t—I could remember it. Give generously, and I thought, well, I’ll work through those, but I never really got past the first one, because it seemed to work very well. And especially worked well in my professional activities where I would sometimes just feel like, oh, I don’t want to do that, I don’t want to do that. And I’d remember, give generously. Oh that! Okay. And it just made it easier and I got much more energy back when I did that.

S: Aye. It’s an amazing law in your world that what you’re giving out is what you get back. It’s that simple. And the way that you give it determines how much of it you get back. It’s that scary.

Tonight I’m going to be doing something that I do very rarely, and that is I’m going to be giving you a repeat, […], rerun. Right? A rerun? And I’m giving you a repeat, because although the way that I go about telling it’s going to be somewhat different. The point that it makes is very necessary for right now. So what I’d like for you to do is settle yourself down and prepare for a story. And you know the rules: you let me know as soon as you recognize it. Aye. All right, let’s begin.

Once upon a time … got it already? They always do this. Once upon a time there was a man who had a very lovely daughter, but he had lost his wife under very difficult circumstances. Do you recognize it yet.


S: Aye, indeed, it is. As it was that he had lost his wife, because the times were, oh, perhaps not so medically capable as they are now, and things were not as hygienically stable as they tend to be now, she actually took on some sort of … what?


S: Croup? And what’s croup?

It’s like coughing, sneezing, bronchitis, junk.

S: That. Oh, actually, she died and he was very, very sad because she left this young girl, and of course the love of her life, and he did not know what to do. And as was very much the nature of those times, his work was to immediately get a mother for that child, and since marriage was not necessarily something to do with love, he knew that he had had a love, and there was not going to be a finding for that again, he went to out just seeking another wife. Much to his surprise, in so doing, he actually did find somebody whom he fell deeply in love with, and who had three daughters of her own. They were a lovely family, and absolutely welcomed him and his lovely daughter into their lives. And they made up a wonderful, new unit of love and acceptance and great joy.

And, of course, if that were the story, it would not have continued on through the ages, would it? Quickly, why?

No conflict.

S: No conflict. All right. That’s good.

No overcoming. Without that conflict, you can’t overcome it.

S: Good girl. Aye. And that’s the story for the night now, because the points made right there. For the most part your fairy tales always have a conflict in there. A conflict that must be overcome, for it is by that overcoming process that the life is enriched, the heart is expanded. It’s why they call it a fairy tale. It’s why it’s thought of as make-believe, because of course that’s not the way it needs to be.

While it is true in nature that it is friction that brings about growth, the bursting out of the seed that allows the shoot to move forth into growth, the bursting out of the ground that allows the tender plant to grow toward the light, so it is in your lives that is also true. But the friction is not meant to be painful and difficult and unpleasant, but simply a part of life.

If most plants behaved as most humans do, can you imagine it? All right. I love light. Everything is … [gestures groping at hidden walls with his hands] Wait a minute, what’s this? I seem to be encased in something very hard, and stiff and straight. Whatever could it be? Of course, you think of it as life, but for the little seedling, the seed is its life and it is absolutely a restriction for the life force within it, just as within your own life you too have those restrictions, the boundaries.

Now, how might that be for you? There it is, the life force, awakening into “All right, I think I’m going to … hmm, lets see, how about astrally project over to the other side of the planet and sort of look down on humanity. All right … what’s this? I’m stuck. What am I stuck … oh, it’s a body. What is this?” Same thing. Same process. What if that seed then managed to learn the boundaries of the body and learn how to work the body so it could still grow, and then all of sudden it starts complaining, because it finds itself surrounded in dirt. Look at this, it’s all dirt. It’s all dirty here. And sometimes there are rocks.

Why me?

S: That’s right. All of those other plants over there, they don’t have any dirt. Look they’ve got hydroponics going over there. But me, no, I’ve got the mud. It’s dirty, it’s rocky. What am I supposed to do now? And you know what that little plant hears? Nothing. Not a thing. And maybe, beloved ones, that makes a good difference. It’s because you know you’re not alone. Because you know in your heart that you have a connection with your Universe under whatever label is currently fashionable. God. Source. The Great Spirit. The Higher Power. It doesn’t matter. That you listen. That you demand. That you resist the mud and the rocks, because there’s something inside of you that absolutely knows. Whether the brain has a full awareness of it or not, there’s something inside of you that knows that you’re not alone, that you will be heard if you yell loudly enough. Now some of you have gotten pretty good at that part.

The plant, however, has the mud, has the rocks, and does not have that great voice that says, “Go to the light. Keep moving toward the light.”


S: It just does it. A voice from beyond. And when it hits that rock, as all good plants it immediately says, “All right, I’m finished with this. No more. I’m really tired of this. First I had to get over the fact that I was stuck in this tiny little shell, and sometimes that’s a tricky one, let me tell you. Then I had to get used to the fact that I was going to have to break through what I had started out with in order to move on to something else. Well, I finally got up the nerve to do that, and what do I find? I’m surrounded with dirt and rocks. Well, I’ve just had enough. I’ve had enough of this. This is just one rock too many. I stop right here.”

Well, of course, if that part were human, that’s probably what it would do. But it’s not. What it does instead is it grows around it. It just keeps moving to the light. It doesn’t hear the voices. It doesn’t have a community around it that says, “Go. Go. Out of that pod. Out of that pod. Now! Now.” It just does what it does well. And it grows. And it grows. And maybe, it gets out of itself. Picked away and becomes a bloom in somebody else’s bouquet. Maybe it finds that it’s a dry season and it does not live long, but it did what it was here to do: continually move out of the confines of what has been, in order to establish something new. And that’s the tale I’m telling you.

So the story better goes, once upon a time there was a lovely young woman who lived in a household with her stepmother and her three stepsisters. Those stepsisters had a tendency to take advantage of dear Alice Goodnature, and they constantly were able to talk her into doing their chores. She actually did not mind though, because it kept the peace and it allowed her to feel very wanted. Those are the two reasons most humans do anything. The greatest motivation that there is, acceptance and peace. They’ll get you in trouble.

Her family, her step-family, was a very courtly family. They were very rich, and they lived in a very nice house, but it was sort of that shabby gentry. Lots of money in the past, not so much now. Just barely on the edge. Mostly pretence at this point, which is why everybody in the family had their own chores to do, which is why dear Ella did not mind so much taking up that of her stepsisters, because she knew that they were not familiar with having to do those sorts of things, whereas she was pretty good at it, it was all right. She had heard someone say once that when you do what you do best and just keep going toward the light, that eventually everything will work out, and she believed that.

She did not realize, however, that her stepsisters were rather making fun of her. She did not have the will within her to think badly of them. She gladly gave what they asked. And so they found that they could continue asking more and more, and she could gladly give, because she found that it kept her from being bitter about her lot. Wise child, she was, because that’s absolutely true. You cannot be ruled by what you freely give. You cannot be led away from what you believe, from what you want, from what you do, if you are freely open, without expectation, willing. That’s a hard one.

When the time came that there was going to be a great party up at the castle, because the young prince had come back into town and it was time for him finally to settle down a bit, start getting an heir going there, finding someone to wed to keep the royal line going. A big party to bring forth all the brood mares in the kingdom. Oops! Not brood mares. But effectually, that’s what they’re saying, isn’t it? All of the young single women. Oops! In order that they might have an opportunity to meet the prince and determine if they wanted to share his family. Right? That he might be able to look across at them, and determine what it is he wanted. That’s a piece of the point I’m going to tonight, by the way.

So the sisters managed to get sweet Ella, whom of course you know that behind her back they called her …


S: Of course. Sweet Ella to make them a gown, because of course, “You do it so much better than everybody in this whole kingdom. Could you just put together something for me that will make me just look lovely here.” And, of course, Ella absolutely delighted that it was bringing her some attention from those she wanted it from, was happy to give of her gifts to them. And also, “I’m not going to be able to do all of my chores either, because I’ve got to rest up for this lovely dance at the party, so could you take on a few of my chores extra, over and above and the ones you’re already doing for me in order that I might be able to rest.” “Well, sure I’ll do that for you.”

And on the night of the party, the stepmother and the stepsisters went off looking beautiful. Excited and ready for a very lovely night. And I want you not to be the slightest bit surprised when I tell you that Ella had exactly what she wanted, too. She had the attention that she sold her talents for. She gave them what they wanted that she might have what she wanted, but being very human, what happened? She started thinking about this compact she had made. You know, they really were nice to me while I was doing these things for them, but I was doing so much for them that I forgot about myself. Whatever am I going to do, for there’s nothing around me but mice and the pumpkin patch? Whatever will I do?

So many of you have done that. You’ve been perfectly content with the compacts you’ve made. Perfectly willing to sell your body, to sell your talents, to sell your abilities, not even to the highest bidder, but to the one who’d give you what you need and needed at that moment. And then when it came time to reap that harvest, when it meant they got to go to the dance, and you stayed home, because in doing so much for them, darn, you’d neglected to make yourself a dress, you’d neglected to give yourself time, you found that it meant you weren’t going to be able to go.

Well now, help me here, what is it that this very famous fairy tale teaches further generations to do when they find themselves in a situation like that? What is it that Cinderella started to do? Well, she started whining. And with that whining, maybe she did a bit of crying. And with and crying she began to realize what it is she had forgotten. Herself. Whatever am I going to do, because what I thought I wanted before is not what I want now, because what I want now is what I arranged for them to be able to do. Is that not the human condition, I ask you? Isn’t it though? I want to help you look good so I would give you my advice, counselling, help, my teaching, my computer work, my … on and on it goes and they do so well, and then you realize, wait a minute here, I forgot me.

Cinder—it should be Ella at this point but under the circumstances I think I’m going to go with the Cinder aspect here—Cinder at this point recognized that she had something she needed to do. So she got to work cleaning the spots off her clothes that she had, dusting off her shoes and standing out front hailing a taxi. Right? No. This particular tale teaches a different form of creating your own reality, because what she did is exactly what most of the New Age does. She whined and cried until a fairy godmother appeared, saying, “Goodness gracious! Will you stop that? What can I do to make you stop? I’ll trade in my gifts to make you be quiet.”

What’s the difference there? Well, the fairy godmother went into the compact knowing what she was going to get and what she was going to give, and was perfectly pleased with it. Wasn’t going to change it afterwards and say, No, no, no. But recognizing that she was going to be working with a human, or something that might be somewhat supernatural, she made a quick trip off planet, very fast, in a twinkling of an eye. You’d have hardly noticed that she was gone, and went up because there was a Source convention going on. “Listen, I’ve got this human down here who wants a little bit of magic. I was wondering if we could get together and provide a bit here.” Well, those Sources started thinking about it and they said, “All right. Look, we’re happy to be able to provide out of the pure abundance of the Universe, truly everything that’s absolutely available, but you know the nature of that dimension is that you’ve got to maintain the boundaries.” And the fairy godmother says, “I know that. What boundaries were you thinking of? Just to see if they’re the same ones I’m thinking of, of course.” And they said, “Well, give it in a full understanding that it’s temporary. Remind her that everything there on the planet is temporary. Create a consequence, because you know humans need to know what it is is going to happen, so that they’re able to use that—don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say that word, don’t say it.” And the fairy godmother said, “That, that … oh, I know. [Whispers] Free will.” Don’t say it! Free will.

“In order for them to use the free will, they’ve got to be able to know if you do this, this is going to happen. If you go any further than this, you’ve got to change the compact. So, give her what you can, and we’ll help you. We’ll help infuse a speeding up process for manifestation. We’ll take it out of time.”

So that twinkle was finished, and back she was right before Cinder. Cinder was just wiping her eyes off, and saying, “What am I going to do now?” And the fairy godmother said, “Listen dearest, it’s simple. Here’s what we’ll do, we’ll just dress you up a little, wipe off your face, puff your hair a bit, we’ll get you a coach and out you’ll go.”

All right. Be aware that Cinder has just experienced a remarkable, miraculous being of light appearing out of the mist to her, saying, “What can I do for you?” And what does Cinder say? “I don’t think you can do that. I just have these rags and there’s not a taxi to be found anywhere.”

“Cinder, you’re missing something here. Do the words fairy godmother mean anything to you? Which one is it that throws you off here? Is it the mother word? Is that why you’re not believing me, because you were abandoned on your own? That’s right, that’s a very human thing, isn’t it? Because you’re relating this supernatural experience to something mundane in your own life, and so as a result you’re not trusting the fairy, the god part; you’re stuck in the mother. All right, let’s just say this, I’ll be your fairy god. All right. Does that help? Now, let’s get your face cleaned up. Let’s get your dress and your hair, and we’ll get something going for the taxi.”

All right. What happened? [Pause] Maybe this isn’t as well known a story as I thought.

She used a pumpkin to create a carriage, and mice to create horses for the carriage, and she gave Cinderella the consequences or the time frame that she had for the magic to last. She gave her a make-over. [Laughter] Like a day spa, lasting about just a second.

S: Aye, well that’s the idea. Now, how do you think it went? All right, the first thing that happened is the fairy god says, “All right, this is humanity. They tend to look on the outside. I think you’re perfectly beautiful, but I know that you’re going to feel better if you’re dressed a bit differently, so what would you like?” And she got it. There it was, right there. I’ve often wondered if anybody else saw that same dress on her. Maybe everybody saw something different. All of a sudden she was beautiful. I’ve often wondered if anything was different. What anyone else saw. It’s very possible, you know, that Cinder alone saw the beauty, because it’s what she needed to allow her truest self to come through. But that’s not your story.

Your story is that then, after that miracle, the fairy god said, “All right, good. That ought to do you.” And Cinder said, “Well, there’s more. I haven’t had enough here. You’re on a roll. Keep going. I don’t want a taxi, I want a coach. I want four matching horses. And I want coachmen and a driver.” Isn’t that human for you?

“All right. Let’s see what we have here. Would you mind going out to the patch and bringing me a pumpkin?” All right. What do you think Cinder did? Think about humanity. What do you think Cinder did? Well, I’ll tell you what she did. She said, “Excuse me. I’m not going out in the pumpkin patch in this dress. I might get dirty. There’s mud and rocks out there.” So naturally the fairy god had to go out there, get the pumpkin, bring it in. And said, “I suppose you’re not going to come up with anything for the coachmen and the horses either, are you? I’ll just go catch a few mice myself.” And the fairy god said, “Mice, come. Here’s an opportunity to serve. Well, naturally they came from miles around, because the creatures are always delighted to serve the light without question. That’s all they can do. So the fairy god picked out several, and said, “This is going to be a wonderful opportunity for you, because you are going to experience an epiphany. You are going to see a whole other life experience in just a few short hours. You’re going to be absolutely convinced that the New Age has come, sacred status has happened, because you’re going to see yourself in a great and powerful body, able to march forth and bring about marvelous things. Are you ready for this?” And the mice said, “Yes! Yes! Come brother and sister mice, let us put forth the sacred sound now while this great magic comes to pass, and as they did a heart sonic.” [Laughter] You know the story: all of a sudden their very forms began to change, and they could feel it happening and they were so excited, and they opened their eyes and found that they were horses.

Now if they were humans, what would have happened? They would have been very upset, because their expectation of this great and marvelous change was never that they would simply be in another different sort of animal body. Well, if they were humans, they would have had a very difficult time understanding that maybe the greatest service they can offer is to remain and serve in a slightly changed fashion. But they were mice. They were delighted, because all of a sudden they had abilities they’d never had before, and being mice, that counted for everything.

Well, you know how the story goes. They hitched up, they drove Cinderella—probably now going by Lady Ella; it’s an old trick, it doesn’t work any more—out to the castle. She goes into the great party…. Oh, I left something out very important. As she’s preparing to go the fairy god says, “Now I’ve got to tell you, Cinder dear, that you can have a marvelous time. You’ve been given what you want here, because you’re very loved and you’re very precious to the Source, and they’re sort of looking for a bit of diversion and you’re it right now. This enchantment is going to finished at the next threshold, which, as I reckon in your world is going to be midnight.”

“What’s going to happen at midnight?” she says.

“Well, everything that was made out of the power of your wishes is going to return to its original form. That means your dress is no longer going to look like a stunning ball gown. It’s going to show itself for what it truly is. It means that these beautiful shoes that you have on are no longer going to look like crystal slippers. They’re going to look like the leather and rags you had wrapped around your feet. Your coach here is going to look a lot like a pumpkin. And your horses are going to return to being mice.”

And Cinder said, “It’s not a problem. I’m not worried a bit. All I want to do is just slip in, have a couple of punches”—drinks of punch; she’s a rowdy one you see—”and just take a quick look at the prince. That’s all I wish to do. I’ll be home way before the midnight threshold. I’m not worried a bit. Don’t you worry about me. I’ve got the warning. I know what you’re saying. Not a problem.”

And you’re sitting there, grinning so smugly, because you know the humanity of her, don’t you? You know what happened. She got to the party and started having a good time, and forgot the boundaries. She forgot the compact she had made with the fairy god. She forgot until she started getting a warning signal. I think being as this story talks about her hearing a warning signal, is also something rather unusual, because what most people do—I won’t mention any names; just shift when you recognize yourself—because most people turn the warning signal—dong, dong—into background music, your own little tune. You’re very grateful that they’ve put a new beat into your life. Dong. Dong. And you don’t hear it. You are coming to the end of the moving walkway, please prepare to walk! [Laughter] Aye. Well, you never know what’s here, it seemed to fit. And there she was in the middle of a lovely dance with the prince, who was acting like he thought she was the most wonderful creature that had ever landed in his arms. And she […], she was doing it so well. She was just bubbling forth with all sorts of frothy little conversational bits, and she was just filled with all sorts of wise things here and there. And the prince was absolutely rapt. He was so delighted. And, of course, to the prince, that sound in the background—dong, dong—meant supper now. “It’s time. Let me take you into supper.” And she said, “Why ever? I just got here. It can’t be time to eat already.” And he said, “Darling, it’s midnight. We always stop at mid-…” “It’s what?” And off she went. A good sign that it’s a fairy tale, you know; she finally heard the warning and she went off.

She runs to her carriage, losing a shoe along the way which, by the way, by some act of grand interference, never loses its enchantment. Gets home right at the final disintegration of everything around her. Isn’t that how it always works? And in the wee hours of the morning the rest of the family comes in, talking about the wonderful maid that broke the prince’s heart, but he said to the whole group at dinner, he was going to find her and marry her. No one else would do. And he knows that he’ll be able to find her, because she can fit in this great small shoe here. [Picks up one of Lea’s shoes] The glass slipper … sort of.

And the story continues that he goes house to house, and Cinderella, back in her familiar surroundings, reverts back to her familiar behaviors—maybe it’s not a fairy tale—even though those familiar behaviors were a constant part of her forgetting the magic. And just when she’d about convinced herself that it hadn’t been real, that she hadn’t experienced the power and the pleasure, the prince arrived at her house. He tried the shoe on first one and then the other, and then yet another sister tried it on the mother, even though he thought that was a real stretch. And asked, “Is there anyone else here?” Well, I suppose in one version of the story, the answer was no, and he turned around and left. I’d like to think that the answer was yes, there’s Cinderella, but she wasn’t even there. But the story actually goes that they said no. And he turned and he went back to his own coach, ready to go off to the next house, and Cinder was stuck there, looking out from a crack at the top of the house with a real dilemma in front of her. Because there she was in rags with no enchantment to make her beautiful and acceptable. But there was whom she knew had to be the love of her life, and he was looking for her, and she knew it was her. What to do? She called out, “Wait.” And he stopped. And as I remember it, he looked around a bit, and said, “You think you know somebody who could fit this shoe?” And she said, “Yes, I do, you idiot!” All right, maybe that wasn’t the conversation. She flew down the stairs in the glory of her rags and smells, and said, “Go ahead, try it on me now.” And it fit.

And what happened then? Well, if it were the real world, what would have happened? Oh darn, I’m not sure it really does fit you. No. Because, you see, the prince was a great master of deep esoteric teachings, and where he had been all of this time was studying with the great masters of the Universe. Out of body most of the time, in fact. And he knew, immediately, Wait, this smells of either a really dirty fireplace, or the fairy gods. I bet this is a test. Thinking that, of course, because having studied the great masters for so very long, he knew that every opportunity that ever came his way was one to learn, one to grow. It was an opportunity to test himself and his powers of love, because he had someone before him who looked very little like this enchanting being that he had met and fallen in love with. But the shoe fit. And so he said, “Come.”

In this story, I believe that the only hero is the prince. Everyone else in this story, with perhaps the exception of the fairy godmother, is breaking compacts, behaving abominably, looking fully at the outside and not at the inside. And only the prince is willing to say, Everything is adding up that you’re the one. You don’t look like it, but I’m going to take this risk. It’s not a very human thing to do—he must have been at a very high frequency—because the human response is, This is isn’t what I expected. What I am seeing is all that counts, and therefore what I’m seeing doesn’t please me, so I won’t take what everything tells me is exactly what I was looking for. He was very unique. He was not turned into a frog.

Can you imagine what the conversation had to be? “Excuse me, what did you say your name was? I thought …” and can you find it interesting that they call that a fairy tale? And can you imagine what she would have had to say when he said, “Well, what happened to you?” “Well, you see, I was under a spell, bewitched, I joined a cult. I was magicked. It was my fairy godmother that came and helped me out.” Whatever would she have said that would not have had him stop the coach and put up a stake right there? And I’m not talking cattle country here. Well, that was the time.

He recognized the love. It’s all there was that was the same. And through the dirt, from cleaning up other people’s messes, and through the rags of creating a life that was so very hard, to gain what she wanted, he recognized a love that surpassed time and the outer things.

Tonight’s message is filled with stories. And you have enjoyed the part that you relate to, that’s your fairy tale. You’ve related to the part that you’ve lived. You’ve connected to the message, even not fully spoken and threshed out, that you have mastered or are mastering. It’s your life in this tale. Cinder-ella. Lady Ella. The prince. The mice. The fairy godmother. It’s your life, your tale. Learn from it, because the party’s coming up and you’re going to have a chance to do it all again.

Glochanumora. Welcome home. Happy trails.