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Brushing Away the Cobwebs One day, a young girl named Tirips awoke. She was alone and uncertain of where she was. As she glanced around trying to orient herself, she realized she was in a huge auditorium type structure. It was enormous and would easily hold tens of thousands of figures her size. It was kind of dusty and seemed not to have been used in a great while. The ceiling was a tremendous turtle shell, covering the entire area and being supported by strong walls about twice as tall as she was. She felt as though she had been sleeping for a long time, and at first felt she should be afraid. But she understood somehow that this was a safe place, and indeed, it felt like a sacred and very powerful place. Tirips wandered around observing her surroundings, never ceasing to be amazed at how large the room was but how there were only a few things scattered about. She knew there must be some great purpose or event coming for such a wonderful room to exist, although it suddenly struck her as odd that in the entire building, there seemed no way in or out. She could find no doors or windows, and the walls seemed very thick and strong. And that incredible turtle shell ceiling; certainly nothing or no one could ever get through that. Why then, she thought, would such a place exist? Tirips began tidying up, not really knowing why but somehow understanding that this was to be her duty. There were a few items around, although in a room so immense they hardly took up any space at all. It surprised her, realizing how long she had been there sleeping, and how old and large the room was, that so few items were kept there. Oh well, she thought, somehow I think that is going to change. Suddenly Tirips felt a strong presence, powerful but benevolent. She understood she was being communicated with, but she never heard a word. The message was confirmation for what she had somehow inherently known, that the room was to be made ready for use. Tirips' responsibility was to complete this task, and when she was finished, something wonderful would happen. Tirips wondered aloud to herself what great thing or things could possibly fill such a great hall. The message back to her was unmistakable: this hall is where Spirit would live when the Person finally allowed Her in. And as the presence left, it pointed out that Tirips should not waste an inch of space in her preparations, for when Spirit came she would completely fill the enormous room and possibly even lift off that incredible turtle shell ceiling in the process. Already back to her cleaning, Tirips tried to picture where and how Spirit might come into the room. She imagined the walls being cast aside, the great roof disintegrating and the ground erupting. What a wonderful time it will be, she thought, no longer sleepy at all. From time to time, the presence came back to check on her progress. Once, feeling as if she might be progressing too slowly, Tirips mentioned that if she had help the job would go faster. The presence told her no, that there were other rooms and chambers being prepared in much the same fashion as Tirips' room, and that Spirit would come only when all of the rooms were ready. The thought of other great halls made her head spin, trying to imagine how big the Person must be to have so much space, and suddenly she had many questions for the presence. "What could those other great rooms hold, if Spirit will live in this one?" she asked. The presence communicated to Tirips of another room, for example, that held Love. Tirips said she knew there was love in the Person, for she had witnessed it. Yes, agreed the presence, but like this great hall that had a little Spirit in it and room for much more, the great hall of Love did have some in it, but it too was almost empty for it's great size. Tirips felt sorry for the Person, who had so much room for Love and Spirit, but had not learned how to fill those empty spaces. One day while Tirips was diligently cleaning her great hall, Oge came to visit. Oge was a strange one, thought Tirips, always meddling in other peoples' business, never helping with the chores and sometimes saying the most inappropriate things. Lately Oge had been complaining more than usual, so Tirips asked him why, since it seemed he really had little to do anyway. "Because," he complained, "some person on the Outside taught the Person how to change my directions." "I don't understand," said Tirips, "what kind of directions do you give the Person?" "Well, I'm smarter and funnier than the Person," he explained, "and I know what is best, so sometimes I plant ideas that are good for him." "What kind of ideas?" she asked. "For example," he continued, "when he's talking or working with a woman I give him sexual thoughts, to make him feel like every woman wants him. Other times when I feel other Persons are not as good as our Person, I give him competitive thoughts to make him try harder. My job is to make him feel special and better than the other Persons. But this Spirit and Love stuff," he said, "this is really getting to be a challenge for me." "But aren't Love and Spirit all that anyone needs?" she asked. "Oh, Tirips, your so naive. If it wasn't for that Outside being interfering with the Person's thoughts, things would be like they have always been, and I'd be in charge again." Curious, Tirips asked what the Outside one had taught the Person that was causing Oge so much trouble. "The Outside one taught him a mantra, a saying to use against me. Now whenever I plant a great idea, he takes that thought, wraps it in it's own individual light and sends it back to the Sun for purification! Can you believe that? And he doesn't stop there. Next he tells that thought never to be thought by him or anyone else again, ever!" Dejected, Oge sat down. "And then my fine idea just disappears like it was never there, and Spirit and Love act so smug and seem so happy with the Person. I tell ya," he continued, "pretty soon I'm going to be out of a job." He muttered to himself, "I need a new plan, or I'm history." Oge noticed that while he and Tirips had been talking, she had continued with her cleaning and preparations. Suddenly, as Oge was famous for, he got a great idea. "Hey Tirips!" he exclaimed, "why don't you take a break. Come sit with me for a while; you can do this later." She stopped working for a moment and looked at Oge, who sat there so calmly like he had nothing else in the world to do. "I am very tired," she confessed. I've been at this for a while now as the presence said to be diligent. She said not to stop until I was finished." "And a great job you've done, too," Oge added. "But everyone needs a break once in a while. Besides, this Person may never figure out how to let Love and Spirit in. You could be doing this all for nothing. Look around," he said, pointing with a sweep of his arm, see how little Spirit this Person has to show for all of those years he's searched!" Tirips slowly looked around, and thought to herself how Oge might be right. It was such a large room, and there was so little in it already, and afterall there were no doors or anything... "Sit," he said, patting the ground next to him, let me tell you some stories and take your mind off this silly project. "But the presence said..." she objected meekly. "Sit," he said again, softer this time. "Rest," he almost whispered. She resignedly walked over to him, and as she prepared to sit down, she saw a look of exclamation and panic cross his face. "No!" he suddenly screamed, "Leave me be!" Surprised, Tirips quickly stepped back. She faintly heard , as if from above and far away, the word 'thought.' She looked up toward where the voice was coming from. "Ohhhhhh," she heard Oge wail, "go away!" She heard the voice again, louder and stronger this time, "...back to the Sun for purification..." Tirips suddenly figured out what was happening, and as she glanced back at Oge, she caught just a slight glimpse of him as he slowly disappeared. "No..." she faintly heard him say, and then he was gone. She looked up one last time, now hearing the strong, final words coming from somewhere else in the Person, "...never to be thought by me or anyone else again..." Tirips quietly resumed her work, with more enthusiasm than ever. 1995
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For more information, contact Bret. All material Copyright by Bret Stephenson 1997-2008 Last Updated December 20, 2008
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