Magnificent Magnificent MeMeThe Secret of the

Stone

By Sherry Guyberson

by The Golden Rule Productions

Amazing bugs and birds and butterflies, flowers and trees. 

Some were so close you could see the tiniest details. 

A dragonfly smiling, the feathery antennae of a moth, and tiny suction cup toes stuck to the camera lens.

Zen said, “The world you find

yourself in while dreaming or awake, everyone and everything

you create first

in your mind.” 

Sometimes when she looked at the pictures she could find things that she had not seen

before.   

One time she asked her aunt, “How does that happen?”

With a big smile her aunt said, “I think it depends on what you are looking at, or looking for.  It

depends on what you are focusing on at the time.

When you are looking for more, you WILL find it." 

“Jillian, have I helped you in any way?”  Elora asked politely. 

“Oh yes!  Thank you!  You havehelped me to focus on focusing! 

Especially when it’s right in front of me!” 

You’re talking to me.You’re talking to me.

  

““Yes I am.” Yes I am.” 

But I’m not talking, I’m thinkingBut I’m not talking, I’m thinking. .

““Yes, I am too,” the mare replied.Yes, I am too,” the mare replied.   

How can you hear what I’m thinking?  How can you hear what I’m thinking? 

““I just asked what you were thinking and I just asked what you were thinking and I could then hear you.”I could then hear you.”

I Am beautiful! she thought. 

“Oh yes, you are magnificent!”  came a voice from the empty meadow. Standing beside her was an iridescent white mare with

silver and gold braids.   

“Well, where are all of the other kits hiding?” a voice said from the edge of the meadow. 

Jillian turned to see a rabbit.

“That one looks like a heart,” the rabbit said watching the clouds as they passed by.

“That is a beautiful stone you possess."

"Thank you.  Do you know anything about it? 

Is it special?" 

"Of course it is special.  It belongs to you doesn't it?  Maybe it is how you focus on the stone.  What if you are the one to make it magic?”  

““My thoughts My thoughts dodo create my feelings!”    create my feelings!”   

Jillian said in amazement.Jillian said in amazement.

““How would you like to feel that kind of happiness all How would you like to feel that kind of happiness all the time?” she said.  the time?” she said. 

Jillian started to laugh and wipe the tears from her Jillian started to laugh and wipe the tears from her eyes.  “Is that possible?”  eyes.  “Is that possible?” 

““That's up to you Jillian!” That's up to you Jillian!” 

Jillian read the labels on the glass vials;

“Essence of Clarity, to see and to know”

“Essence of Gratitude, to feel thankful”

“Essence of Faith, a calm knowing inside”

and

“Essence of Joy, a feeling of such happiness

it must be shared”

Is this the stream?Jillian wondered. 

“Love is one choicefear is the other,”

she heard a voice say. 

You have to choose to love or to fear.  Every choice comes down

to these two directions.

Mirabella shook her head, “Without the gift of the stone, you wouldn’t be here.  This quest and the ones that will

follow, I’m sure you’ll soon agree that you wouldn’t have missed them for the world.”

Jillian’s eyes got really big.  That’s true. Can there really be something neat hiding in every disappointment?  

Illianna nodded.

“You must learn to go with the flow,” Mirabella said smoothing out Illianna’s hoof prints in the sand with her

big bunny feet.

“It’s tough to be up stream without a paddle or a boat! 

Listen to your tum-ometer telling you to let go and let God take you downstream.”

 

“Sooner or later the bees learn,” Mirabella said nodding her head at Illianna. 

“Learn what?” Jillian asked as she squinted, trying to see into the rain. 

“That everything has a purpose.  Without the rain the flowers wouldn’t grow.  So it certainly

doesn’t make any sense to waste their energy being mad at the rain.” 

Do you know why you are here? 

Jillian heard a voice inside her say. “Yes, I Am exploring, remembering, creating. 

That is all I have to do!”  With her eyes closed, she could see a

brilliant white light burst outward from her chest in all directions.  Standing breathless she slowly

opened her eyes as the tears began to fall.It was as if she were a string on a harp

quivering in the sun.

She knew this was the pure white light of God’s love.

This was her, but older.  The older Jillian took This was her, but older.  The older Jillian took her paintbrush and titled the paintingher paintbrush and titled the painting

““GodGod.”.”   

She closed her eyes and said out loud, She closed her eyes and said out loud, “ “Thank you for your unconditional Thank you for your unconditional infinite love.  I painted your infinite love.  I painted your portrait, though I don’t create portrait, though I don’t create as well as you. as well as you.

“Illianna, will I ever see you again?” Jillian asked hugging her. 

“I will be in your heart until the next time we meet. There are many others that will help you too.

You will meet them when the time is right.” 

As Illianna started to walk away she said

over her shoulder, “No one wants to see a frown, think of me and turn it

upside down.” 

Jillian smiled and looked down at the pouch around her neck.  It was still glowing pink. 

When she looked back up to Illianna

she was gone.

Chapter 1:Never Enough

 Chapter 2:Party Time

 Chapter 3:The Stupidest Gift Ever

 Chapter 4:

The Journey Begins 

Chapter 5:The Opposite of Love

 Chapter 6:Divine By Nature

 Chapter 7:Wisdom From the Mother

Chapter 8:Trusting the Feelings

  Chapter 9:Trinity of Time

  Chapter 10:

A New Heart, New Eyes 

Chapter 11:A New Chapter in Forever

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Photos by Sherry Guyberson Illustrations by Janice Clarke