{"id":4278,"date":"2022-02-22T18:45:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-22T23:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathryncolleen.com\/studio\/?post_type=project&#038;p=4278"},"modified":"2026-08-07T17:59:52","modified_gmt":"2026-08-07T21:59:52","slug":"the-creator-and-the-light","status":"publish","type":"project","link":"https:\/\/kathryncolleen.com\/studio\/project\/the-creator-and-the-light\/","title":{"rendered":"Stories &#8211; The Creator And The Light"},"content":{"rendered":"<div data-pm-slice=\"1 1 []\" data-en-clipboard=\"true\">The Creator And The Light is a story that teaches<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<ul>\n<li>\n<div>Removing yourself from societal rules<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<div>Exiting oppressive relationships<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<div>Learning to protect yourself from predators<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<div>Taking the personal journey<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<div>Becoming<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<div>Divine protection<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<div>Loving humanity<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<div>Giving your gifts to humanity<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>One night, many years ago, a girl was born in a small southern town, under the watchful eyes of Venus and Jupiter. She was a little different, this girl, and she knew it. An old soul in a new body.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>So critical to the future of humanity was she, that no end of evil did try to ensure that her awakening would never come. Tornadoes tried to sweep her from this earth. Car wrecks and people wrecks disguised as friends and family conspired to make her something other. Something more mediocre. Something more bland. Something focused on the money and career and perceptions and anything other than the very substance of her soul.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Because if she was to come to know her gifts, all heaven would break loose. If she was to know her gifts, they knew, that she would know their truth. She would see into their souls at a level that left even the most transparent of us in terror of what she would find. And then they would have to see it too.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And so she was wrapped in the cloth of society and propriety and acceptable things so tightly that she could barely breathe. And she loved. Despite all that people did and said, she just loved. Decades past like seasons that never turn. There she stayed preserved like so much produce on a shelf, sterilized and bottled up. Safe. Well, everyone else was safe, anyway.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Until one day, her wrappings, being worn and used for so long, gave way just a little. She wriggled free one curious finger. Then another. Then another, becoming less curious and more determined. Until her hands found daylight and fresh breeze. She could feel it. What was this?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>She knew that she had to feel it fully for herself. If she was to shed this enforced cocoon, however, it would not be easy. She would have to admit to her wrappings. She would have to see them for what they were. A prison. She would have to come to know her jailers and see that she herself was one of many. If she were to escape her cocoon, she would have to do so alone, against all who would keep her there.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Or maybe she was not so alone. For she was placed on this earth to become she who sees. And her creator had a vested interest in ensuring her purpose. Her creator sent messengers of all shapes and sizes to encourage her. A little taste of freedom here. A little bit of bliss there. Come, child. See what you are meant for and fight for it.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And fight she did. She fought for her very soul. Through deepest work, she carefully pulled and tugged and shrugged and tore her way out of the wrappings and trappings of all that was laden on her. She felt freedom for the first time and it was rapturous.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But her freedom wasn\u2019t all joy and bliss for long. Evil was not ready to let her become. There was still time to stop the transformation. If the creator can send messengers then so can the darkest of all. Messengers came to tear her down. Messengers came to use her. Messengers came to convince her that she was wrong, and less, and nothing.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And they might have succeeded, but for one small and very quiet thing. Her creator, being wise, knowing that her full realization would be in constant jeopardy, had built into her a need to sit in stillness, and a need to create out of that stillness.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>So deeply embedded was this need for silent presence that she had done it since she was just three years old. Unknowingly, meditating below the oak trees. Touching the wide blades of the Saint Augustine grass with her finger tips, she would breathe in the sweet tree-filtered air and just listen to the wind. Sometimes visions would come. Sometimes a voice. Sometimes a knowing or an idea. It was strange fun for a child, but perfect for her.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>In her freedom, now surrounded by jackals, she returned to her stillness. Calm breath. Listening to the silence. And then, creating. Writing. Painting. Drawing. Becoming. Time and lessons arose and passed as she bested each messenger from the darkness, or more often, the messengers bested her. Lesson upon lesson, she became stronger. She became sharper. She became more familiar and more in divine forgiving love with herself.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>It was in this state of divine self-love that she was found, by the most important of messengers from her creator. Her creator knew that she would have precious little energy for becoming, if she was constantly fighting off the jackals. Having much anticipated this, her creator had long ago prepared a very special messenger for her. One who would protect her, hold sacred space for her, and love her as only divine love can. This most special of messengers was indeed a gift. Not a temporary encouragement, this messenger was to stay for a very long time, and see her transformation through to its completion and beyond.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>As her transformation had already begun, quite out of sight of even herself, upon seeing this messenger for the first time, she was drawn into such a vision, as to draw her to him with a gravity that could not be undone. She was mesmerized. As was he. They began what became one of the greatest love stories ever told. Within that deep and abiding connection, was a space for transformation for them both, that was more spacious than the canyons, more protected than the greatest castle, and filled with such divine light as to fill souls and feel it bone-deep.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Such love keeps all manner of predator at bay, from within and without. Within this space of divine love for self and other, she was transformed. Over several years, her creator brought her opportunities, teachers and true friends. She gained so many skills. She wrote and painted and made so many songs. She BECAME. And she created.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>She created among many things, a beacon of pure knowing light. Round like a pearl and with the same texture, big as a gazing ball in the most opulent garden, and bright like the sun at noon. This, she created especially for everyone else.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>At last it was time for she who sees to emerge from this space of becoming and take her gift into the world. Her love and protector went with her as they adventured across the world. City by city, she brought the pure knowing light and released it into the sky. As it hovered there, just above their heads, they were drawn to it. Crowds gathered around the great pearl of light, a hand outstretched to touch it, if they might. They came to look into it and know themselves.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>At first, they came by the dozens per day. Then by the hundreds. By the thousands and hundreds of thousands and millions and in short order, by the billions. They awakened like a wave spreading out across the world. They awakened, sought the light and knew themselves.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And as they gathered, the creator moved slowly back through the crowd, as the crowd moved forward towards the light; back further still until she could see them all in their knowing and love them for their truths.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>In all of this, the creator created she who sees and who she saw was the creator, the creation and the light, all as one. And so she loved. Despite all that people did and said, she just loved. For she could see their truth. She could see their full humanity; their scars and their triumphs, their gifts and their sins. 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