October 2, 2025
Article highlights:
- Getting my story straight
- It wasn’t at all likely, but it happened
Last week we considered assumption-based story-telling and the havoc it can cause in one’s life. But just because something is a story doesn’t mean it’s not true—or useful. So this week I’d like to discuss a great use of story-telling.
While our story-telling can leave us adrift in illusion, stories are also necessary, paradoxically. Just by coming to this planet we are agreeing to create a story. Stories are the stuff of experience, and therefore we are naturally always creating one.
In fact, stories are how we create our world and how we understand it, ourselves, and others. That’s why it’s important to get our stories straight. Shared and agreed upon, stories are how we create a reality together — we agree, and that consensus becomes the story that is lived.
For things to change, dissent about the story must occur. Agreement must shift. If this happens, multiple new stories arise, some better than others. There will be a period before a new consensus is reached when the overall lived story is uncertain.
Naturally that might be a bumpy time. That’s the time we are now living in. Our shared story is being shifted. The new story is not yet clearly agreed upon. You can see what the opportunity is then, right? If we came here to assist in such a time, it can only be to influence the story by being conscious story-tellers.
So the topic for our musing today is the cultural necessity of the conscious story-teller, and our role in that. By conscious story-teller, I mean one who is aware of their story-telling and is ready to take up the power of story as one of the most important human superpowers.
Are you a conscious story-teller? Or are you the victim of the story? You can tell by listening to what you say about our current reality — what’s your story about our current times? What stories are you telling yourself and others in your daily life?
A few weeks ago I was stressing about the details and logistics of my return to Oklahoma City. Things weren’t coming together as needed. Feeling the pressure, I was fussing, imagining myself having to grab a last-minute expensive airfare instead of the road trip I preferred.
My fussiness was interrupted by what felt startlingly like a voice outside myself, but wasn’t. It was just a wiser me speaking loudly, to get through all the fussy static I was projecting.
“You already asked for the drive to come together.” That’s what I “heard” and naturally my first reaction was something like, “But it’s NOT coming together!”
Then I paused for understanding. I had a flash of clarity that was so round and whole and holographic that I doubt I can put it into words. But, since I want to share it with you, it was something like this:
“You asked. Thus it is unfolding because it is you unfolding. You are this progression unfolding moment by moment. Don’t abandon it. The energy you are is meeting the energy that is, and meeting the obstacles that are there. Your energy is enhancing probabilities, nudging, nudging, unfolding the ‘you who drives home.’ Doing it in real time.”
That bolt of AHA came with a sensory feeling that carried it in deep. I felt myself unfolding. I suddenly realized, “I really am it happening!” It’s not easy to give words to such an experience. But I had a sense of wonder and profound realization.
It was one of those moments when what we believe is true (but don’t fully “get”) suddenly integrates. It feels like a dawning that ripples across our field. The sun tops the horizon, light shoots right in from the Soul, and something clicks into place.
You see, my drive from Washington state to Oklahoma was a story I’d gradually woven (to myself) over the summer. I wanted to deal with possessions left in storage in Washington many years before. I wanted to sort, toss, give things away.
I wanted to end a chapter, tie up loose ends, lighten my life, gather back energy. And drive what remained back to Oklahoma so I could have everything in one place for the first time since 2008.
That’s the story I started hoping for. Dreaming about. Trying to see how it could happen. Essentially — in doing these things — I was activating something. I was activating the energy I am to become the “me” who drives to Oklahoma in the fall.
It needed resources I didn’t have: funds, help with the heavy-lifting, a fun driving companion. And so the energetic threads that I am began to reach out and become those resources. I still didn’t think it was possible. Isn’t that funny?
However, even though it didn’t appear to be coming together, it actually was. The when-who-how didn’t even gel until almost the week before my leaving. That’s why I was stressing. With no plane ticket and no ride I felt like a madwoman procrastinating.
I didn’t feel like I was “becoming the me who would drive to OKC.” No. My mind was saying: “Why are you procrastinating? This will end badly, you’ll be up the creek without a paddle or ride or an affordable plane fare.”
Why hadn’t it happened yet? Because it was a matter of coming into being. Not of scheduling. Becoming it in the energies of each current physical moment. Even my futile actions were part of living the story of my telling. Unfolding as need be. The energy of me meeting the energies at large, and finding a way.
I kept mumbling the story to myself, even though I didn’t think it was realistic. I faltered, stressed, yo-yoed up and down. That didn’t seem to matter — it was part of the becoming as well. I carried on, getting my story straight.
The point is this: It’s all story. And the story matters. And we are all master story-tellers. Let’s be the gifted story-tellers we are trained to be.
Let’s get to storytelling like never before. Let’s agree on better things. Let’s tell ourselves new and better life stories like we never have before. Come on, gifted story-teller, let’s tell the stories we were born to!
Sending you a little AHA today, so we can talk story together and it can really mean something!
With much love,
Mayet Leilani 🛻 💨
P.S. — The road trip happened! Things I assumed weren’t even possible turned out to be the very way it happened. My oldest son ended up coming along — I never could have guessed that ahead of time! I ended up with a truck, and we drove 2,400 fun-filled miles on a road trip we’d wanted to take together for a long time. Now I’m back in OKC, hundreds of pounds of stuff lighter, trip paid for in possessions sold, and all after a fabulous unplanned summer in one of the most beautiful places in the world. It was a terrific summer story! What was your summer story?
