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Fairy Tales and Stories
Throughout the ages, the spoken word has been used as a tool to open the minds, and touch the hearts of children. On every continent, and within every culture, words have been the primary instrument to guide and empower the young. Words are like water penetrating deeply into the unseen regions of the earth. Once there, water encourages and frees the dormant seed to begin its journey into the light. The vibration of the voice, and the symbols it contains, likewise accesses hidden levels of a child’s mind and calls forth the latent gifts.
Regardless of a child’s age, its mind is amazingly intelligent. This intelligence is responsible for managing and maturing the miracle of DNA evolving into a human body. This same intelligence takes in an endless stream of impressions, and experiences a constant symphony of feelings. Each of these feelings, no matter how small, are categorized, stored and utilized to guide and develop the child’s consciousness.
The child’s conscious mind is like the tightly woven petals of a flower bud just beginning to open. The child’s unconscious mind is as vast as the universe and capable of achieving things beyond the comprehension of the human imagination. This intelligence is alive and dynamic. Even when the child is very young or asleep; it hears; understands and responds to spoken words. Especially if those words are from someone who loves the child.
Symbols and the Child’s Mind
The power of love focused through the symbols of a story triggers movements at the deepest level of a child’s mind. When a child hears a story, its unconscious mind instantly translates the words into many different languages that match the different levels of the child’s existence. One language only affects the body. Another level of the mind hears a different language and only the feelings are affected. Still, another level of the mind utilizes the same words to create a language that only affects the thought processes.
Within a child there are twelve languages corresponding to the twelve grandparents and the lines of the family tree they represent. Each symbol within a story affects the body, the feelings, and the thoughts in a different way and stirs the genetic memory of a specific family line. The symbol of “water” for example, is a feminine symbol. There is an exact body system and specific area of the brain which responds to the word “water”. There is also a different feeling accessed by the word “water” as well as a specific action motivated by the same word. The feminine nature of the word “water” opens the mother’s side of the family and begins to increase the flow between the maternal grandmother and the child. In general, the vibration of the word “water” also accesses the urinary system, the right side of the brain, and the pineal gland. The feeling of water is quiet peace and gentleness. The word “water” encourages the mind towards spatial and perception and multiple possibilities. There is an increase in internal mental sensitivity and away from outer body functions. When the word “water” is spoken in combination with other words, such as “hot” or “cold” water or “deep” or “clear” water, its affect is changed into a myriad of other slightly different outcomes. Each combination of words accesses the influences of other family lines, until, by the end of the story, the whole body is humming and flowing.
In contrast, the word “fire” is masculine. The child’s mind that hears the word activates the digestive system, gallbladder, the left side of the brain, and the pituitary gland. The feeling is emotional, like anger or passion. The mind is encouraged towards focused action and determination. The father’s side of the family is activated. Usually, the family line of the paternal grandfather comes into play. There is an increase in overall body action, and a decrease in mental states. The masculine qualities of “fire” have a completely different influence than the feminine nature of the word “water”. The intelligence of a young child’s mind knows the universal meanings of each word which is spoken, and adds its own variations from the personal experiences.
The Resolution of Unresolved Feelings
Like the conductor of a grand orchestra, the child’s mind instructs different parts of the body and mind to respond in their own unique ways. By hearing different stories, different systems of the child are stimulated and strengthened. Like tuning the instruments of the orchestra, the symbols of a story can dissolve imbalances in different family lines. It can also guide the child towards naturally existing gifts it would otherwise be unaware of. The “symbolic” or feeling level of the mind stores unresolved feelings like tiny bubbles or images. These unresolved spheres of feelings are the result of hidden fears within the mind. Acquired genetically and through the environment, these fears obstruct the child’s access to higher states of intelligence and optimum physical health. The burden of carrying these hardened bubbles weighs heavy over a lifetime. The energy to store and maintain these crystallized spheres robs vitality which could better be used to raise the consciousness of the child and the family over a period of time, the accumulation of these imagery bubbles builds pressure within specific body systems, glands, and organs, negatively altering body chemistry and health. A similar pressure builds within various levels of the mind, stimulating thought and action which builds a topography of personal habits. Through this process, a body type and personality are formed and expressed.
The flowing of the voice as it tells a story, delivers a rhythmic sequence of images into the symbolic level of a child’s mind. The movement of these story images activates the corresponding unresolved bubbles within the body and mind, bringing up the fears that created them. Repetition of the story gradually dissolves the bubbles and the pressures they generated. During the same time ,the old fears are processed and released. Like pure water flowing over dissolving rockets, loving words of a story clear away the shadows of fear within the child. With the aid of story images, inner blueprints of pain are symbolically released before they create physical or social outcomes. The result of this process brings peace to the mind and body of the child, allowing the light within to shine more brightly.
The level of the mind that stores and processes images is basically feminine, and represents an “indirect” level of the mind. This feeling level of the min responds to messages that are “implied” or symbolic. In the early years of a child’s development it is this level of the mind that is growing most rapidly.during this stage of development, a child is extremely sensitive to the feelings and words of its mother. The feminien quality of the mother is attuned to the feeling mind of the child. For this reason, the mother’s voice is the most effective when using stories to nurture and guide the early stages of a developing child’s mind. The femininity of a child’s symbolic mind is one the reasons that in children’s stories fear is often expressed as an “evil witch”. When the witch dies in a story, the implied message to the child’s mind is to release the rear associated with its symbology. The feminine gender of the witch directs the point of attention within the child’s mind to a deeper level.
Which Stories to Use and How
When in doubt about which stories to use, consider the classics. Stories become classics because they work. Many contemporary stories are good for entertainment or building a child’s imagination, but lack the essential mechanics to solve deeper problems. The same is true for most spontaneous stories that children enjoy so much. Continue to use such stories, but regularly add a classic to your story selection. The following is a short list of classic stories that touch different lines in the family tree:
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
The Wizard of Oz
Jack and the Beanstalk
Goldilocks and the Three Bears
The Little Mermaid
Little Red Riding Hood
The Fisherman’s Wife
The Land of the Blue Flower
Hansel and Gretel
The Three Little Pigs
The Little Engine that Could
The Mouse and the Lion
Aladdin
How Br’er Rabbit Fooled Br’er Fox
Rumpelstiltskin
Cinderella
Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves
The Princess and the Pea
Rapunzel
The Emperor’s New Clothes
Here are two examples of how a child’s mind would translate a story:
In the story “The Wizard of Oz”, one of the witches is destroyed by the character, Dorothy, throwing a bucket of water on her. The old fear (evil witch) is purified by Dorothy (child-like innocence) and the movement of water (spiritual feelings).
In the story of “Hansel and Gretel”, the evil witch trying to eat the boy is destroyed when the young girl throws the witch into the oven. The children then eat all the sweets that they want and return home with precious gemstones. In this story, an old fear (evil witch) is trying to consume the boy (masculine body), but is interrupted when the girl (pure innocence) throws the witch into the fire (purification). Boy saves girl, girl saves boy. The union of masculine and feminine overcomes the twin fears of abandonment and poverty. The children eat their fill of the sweet house (love) and return home (body) with riches (higher states of consciousness). This story uses the masculine symbol of “fire” to direct the child’s mind towards a resolution of fear and a return to love and home just as the “water” in “The Wizard of Oz” directs Dorothy towards overcoming her fears and going home.
There are many other classic stories that are wonderful for touching children and strengthening them/the family.
Start your own list!
THE BEDTIME RITUAL
STORYTELLING
Children look to parents to provide a sense of security at bedtime. By their consistency, gentleness and physical presence at bedtime, parents protect and guide their children. This is a good time for parents to read classic stories and prepare the child to make their journey into the mystery of sleep. While the child is awake, it is the voice of the parents that is of the greatest importance. Ideally, parents would be healthy, well-rested and happy to read aloud to their children at bedtime. But in the modern world, stress takes its toll on parents, and it is a rare parent who has enough strength and patience to read to their child every single night. Especially when the child wants the same story night after night. Parents often get annoyed or irritated when requested to read the same stories for many nights in a row. Under such circumstances, it is quite common for parents to start reading fast or skipping pages. Children are pretty good at catching their parents in the act of hurrying along. Intuitively, children know that they need to hear a story many times in order for them to be satisfied. They are correct. In theory, it takes thirty three repetitions of a story before the symbolic lesson it contains reaches and alters the template of the child’s mind. The actual number of repetitions a child needs depends on the nature of the situation and inner development of the child.
The best way to satisfy this very real need, is to read the story aloud;, put the child to bed, and then turn on a recording of the story. Then the child will have both the security of the parents presence, and the benefit of hearing the story many times. You may play the same fairytale as many times as the story will repeat in one hour. After one hour, allow the child to move into their normal sleep cycle without the recording in the background. Continue using the same story for one or two weeks, then more to a new story. After a while, a child will pull from the family collection exactly the story they want and need to hear. Whatever story you or your child choose to listen to, it is very important that you do not try to explain to the child the meaning of the story. Their mind benefits most when they process the deeper mysteries without adult interference.
THE FIRST HOUR
The first hour after a child is asleep is a gift from God to parents. During this special hour, a child’s mind becomes completely open to the voice of the parents and grandparents. The inner intelligence of the child hears, receives and processes the symbols within a story. It also feels and responds to the vibration of the voice as if the person were actually present in the room. This is the perfect time to softly play one of the recordings from the family collection of stories recorded by the grandparents. You may even choose to remain in the room and listen to the story yourself. When the parent and the child are both resting quietly, while listening to the voice of a grandparent, something very special begins to happen. Something which transcends the boundaries of everyday life and lifts the family one rung higher up the ladder to heaven.
If listening to a story during sleep disturbs the child’s sleep or causes nightmares, withdraw the tape for two or three days, then start again with the volume lower than before. When hearing a story, there can be reactions from the child as they cleanse issues from the family tree during sleep. If there is a difficult night, do not despair. Be thankful that something within the child is being accessed and removed. If at any time the child develops fever, treat two or three days, then start again and continue until the reaction subsides. This method of removing family pain from within a child actually works. Consider this approach as a valuable and powerful tool. Use it wisely. Parents and grandparents have a divine responsibility to give their children and grandchildren the best possible protection and guidance.
Grandparents and How to Use Recorded Fairytales
The indirect and feminine nature of a child’s mind makes grandparents the perfect candidates to read stories to young children. The childlike softness of a grandparent’s voice is like a key inserted into the lock of a child’s mind. The grandparent’s wisdom calls the child to a higher state of consciousness, as the symbols of the story do their work to dissolve earthly fears. The union of hearts between a child and a grandparent touches places within the child no one else can. The nature of the love between grandparent and grandchild is to be acknowledged, revered, and nurtured. The use of stories builds bridges between grandparents and grandchildren. It also reveals and deepens the timeless connection between them.
Live performances are much better than recordings, but in this day and age, when grandchildren are scattered around the world, recordings are the best option. When present, parents can play recorded stories for their children just about any time. Stories are much better for your children than television/other screen options. Perhaps the best time to play stories is just before or after bedtime. The hour around bedtime is the most important hour of the day for children. This is the time when children can release the stresses of the day, and prepare to meet the challenges of tomorrow. This is the time of the family. Like eating meals together, reading or listening to stories strengthens family bonds and builds character in the child. It is the parents who are the best suited to guide the bedtime ritual.
Start your own audio library of recordings of the classics by each of the grandparents in the family tree. Start now so as not to miss the opportunity. Make a family project of it. Supply all of the existing grandparents with transcripts of the best versions of the classics. Be persistent! Give them every manner of support and encouragement to complete the task, whether it be on their phone, FaceTime or Zoom recording. Explain to the grandparents that you want them to leave a gift of love for future generations; the gift of the grandparent’s voice. Ask the grandparent to practice reading the story aloud at least 3 times before recording it. Ask the grandparent to imagine reading the story to their grandchild as if the child is asleep in the same room. Theatrical recordings are also wonderful to have, but to access deeper levels of consciousness, a soft voice is best. Having the grandchild present during the recording is usually not practical. Young children have a tendency to interrupt by asking questions or making comments. It makes your heart laugh when they do so, but for making a recording intended for future generations it normally does not work. Two or three generations later, you have something which is irreplaceable and of immense value. Repeat the process with all the grandparents in the family. In a few years, the family has heirlooms more precious than any diamonds or gold.
If your grandparents are already deceased, incapable or just plain unwilling to participate in this family project, then find replacements. Search high and low for the best “grandparents” you can find. Look for that grandparent who is “one in ten thousand”. A grandparent whose life exemplifies the highest in spiritual and personal achievement. Find a grandparent whose eyes sparkle, and whose mind is as open as the galaxy, and as clean as driven snow. Find a grandparent whose heart is filled with courageous joy, and yet is softer than a baby’s behind. Most of all, find a grandparent who loves God/exemplifies love. Ask this grandparent to record stories for your children. When the “fruit” of this grandparent’s voice begins to feed the roots of your children’s minds, your family tree will flourish.
The day will arrive when a grandchild who is in need of a physical or mental healing will listen to a specific story read to them by a specific grandparent. The result will be a return to perfect health of mind and body. Another child who is otherwise healthy will listen to a sequence of stories that automatically opens a naturally existing gift of genius. That genius might be art, music, or mathematics. The genius opened by the loving voices of the grandparents might help solve a problem which has plagued mankind for centuries. The voice of grandparents reading stories is that strong. What a treasure we could leave future generations!
Rayid Stories
The following stories by Denny Johnson are designed to achieve specific qualities within a child and may be freely distributed. Inquiries and comments may be directed to: Denny Johnson info@rayid.com.
The Sunrise Horn
The boy awoke at his usual time, just a few minutes before sunrise. He lay there with his eyes closed, waiting for the horn to sound. Waiting for the horn to sound was his favorite thing to do. He imagined what it would be like to be the one blowing the horn. The horn sounded every day as the sun first peeked over the edge of the eastern mountain. The sunrise horn had awakened this community since the beginning of time.
At the perfect moment, the horn called to the people of the community three times. Then, the day began for the community and the boy. The boy had always wondered if the rising sun made the sound of the horn, or if it was the horn that made the sun rise. He wasn’t sure which. But most of all he wondered who it was that was blowing the horn at sunrise. Whenever he had asked his mother or the other village elders who was blowing the horn on top of the mountain, he always got the same answer. No one knew. In fact, most people didn’t even want to talk about it. Some people just turned their heads and hurried away when he asked about the horn.
The only person that would even talk to him about it was his mother’s father. The boy’s grandfather was a wise and loving man, but even he wasn’t sure who it was blowing the horn each day. His grandfather would say that when he was a boy, he too, wondered about the horn on the mountain. As a boy, HIS grandfather had wanted to climb the mountain to find out who was up there. But his parents had forbidden it. He had always thought of the person blowing the horn as “THE MAN ON THE MOUNTAIN”. The boy’s grandfather had never made it up to the top to find out who it was. But he was sure whoever was up there blowing the horn at sunrise was the most beautiful person in all the world. The boy agreed that it must be true. One day he would find out for himself.
Sometimes, during the day, the boy would sit with his eyes closed imagining the sound of the horn. Other times, he would sit down and just watch the beautiful white clouds gathering at the mountain peak. Occasionally, he would wonder if the person blowing the horn was also blowing the wind or forn=ming the clouds. Maybe, the man on the mountain even made the stars move at night whoever was up the mountain had a very big job to do. Yes, indeed, the man up the mountain is the most beautiful person in all the world. The boy made a vow to himself to meet this man.
Today, he wanted to climb to the top of the mountain. He was excited to begin his journey. The boy went to tell his mother that he was going to climb the mountain. Immediately, she began to cry, “You are my only son. If you leave me, I will be all alone. Whoever goes up the mountain, never returns. That is why it is forbidden to go there! Ask your grandfather. He once had the same foolish idea”. The boy hurried to find his grandfather.
When he found him, his grandfather was working on a long piece of wood. The boy asked his grandfather, “Is the mountain a dangerous place? Is it true, that whoever goes there never returns? Should i go up the mountain or not”?
The grandfather put the piece of wood down and placed his hand on top of the boy’s head. With a gentle heart, the grandfather began to speak. “Since i was a small boy, people have always been afraid to go up the mountain. But for as long as i can remember, no one has actually gone up there. There was a time when I, too, wanted to meet the man who blows the sunrise horn. So I went to my grandfather and asked him the very same questions you are asking me. My grandfather told me that for as long as he could remember, no one had ever climbed the mountain. Maybe it’s time for someone to go and find out for sure who or what it is, that lives up there. You are the one who must decide for yourself what to do. Follow your own heart, my son”.
The boy wanted to be alone so he could think about what his grandfather had said to him. So he found a quiet place where he could see the sky. As he sat there looking up, a powerful lightning bolt struck the very top of the mountain. The boy had an idea. He would ask the man on the mountain to help him decide what to do. Without ever seeing him, the boy trusted the man on the sunrise mountain.
So for seven days the boy sat waiting for an answer to come. Seven times each day, the boy would imagine the sound of the horn at the top of the mountain. On the seventh day, just when the sun was passing over the top of his head, the horn blew. This time the sound of the horn happened right inside his head. The sound came from somewhere between his ears. It was so loud that his ears were ringing as if his head was inside a giant bell. The answer was clear. He would climb to the top of the mountain today.
He spoke to no one as he moved up the path along the river that led to the top of the mountain. But a short ways up the narrow path the boy saw his grandfather sitting on the right side of the path. His grandfather had a long, beautiful piece of wood in his hands and smile on his face. “Here my son, take this staff with you. My grandfather started carving it when I was your age. He wanted me to complete it for you. I just finished it today. It is called, “the staff of life”.
The staff was made of highest quality wood and stood five hands taller than the boy’s head. All things and creatures of the world were carved on this one staff of wood. From the smallest to the largest things in life. Everything was there. Rocks and grass, flowers, rivers and trees all spiraled upwards. Near the top of the staff were mountains, clouds and birds. Then came the moon, sun and stars. At the very top of the staff, there was a small horn. It was the most beautiful work of art the boy had ever seen. As the grandfather headed the staff to the boy, both of them had tears in their eyes. The boy hugged his grandfather, then turned and slowly walked up the path with the staff in his hand. Just before the boy was out of sight, the grandfather waved to him and called out “I love You!”
It took the boy all day and half of the night to reach the top of the mountain. But the journey was surprisingly easy. The boy never got tired, hungry or thirsty. When he reached the top of the mountain, the nighttime sky was clear and the boy could see every star as it moved through the sky. He placed the staff on the ground beside him, as he laid down to sleep. After one more look at the stars the boy thought to himself, “It’s true, the man on the mountain does move all the stars. At sunrise, i will meet him”. Then the boy closed his eyes and dreamed of his grandfather and other beautiful things. When he awoke, he found a beautiful golden horn at his side.
When the sun began to rise, he knew in his heart what to do. At the perfect moment, he picked up the horn and blew it three times.
The Snake Who Became a Stick
Once upon a time, there was a dry, rocky place filled with snakes. There were small snakes and big snakes and all the snakes were black. This is the place where all the snakes lived. But all of these snakes were ruled by one queen snake. She was a mean, evil witch and the mother of all the snakes. Not only was he the biggest snake, but she was the ugliest. She had big red eyes, and very sharp teeth. But most of all, she had a tongue that moved in and out all the time. She was constantly telling the other snakes what to do. She was the Big Boss. The queen snake ruled this place with absolute authority. She always told the other snakes what to do and where to go. Nobody ever defied the queen witch snake and the one thing she controlled the most was eating. She told the other snakes when and what to eat. The queen witch snake demanded the other snakes eat only mice. The mice were captives in this difficult place. They tried to hide from the snakes by making their homes deep in the earth. But the snakes always knew where the mice were and would gather them togethr and eat them. And, of course, you know how snakes eat mice. They eat them by swallowing them head first-gulp.
One day, a young snake was about to swallow a mouse for lunch when he noticed the eyes of the mouse looking at him. The mouse’s eyes were filled with gentleness and peace. The snake saw the inner beauty in this mouse and knee that all mice were beautiful. The snake made a promise to himself to never eat a mouse again. So the snake set the little mouse free and from that day on, this snake was the friend of all the mice. Later when the snake’s mother brought another mouse for the young snake’s dinner, he refused to eat it. The young snake said, “Mice are nice. I will not eat them anymore.” He then promptly set the mouse free.
The news that the young snake wasn’t eating mice anymore traveled quickly. Soon all the snakes were talking about it. It wasn’t long before the queen witch snake heard about it and came rushing over. She was very angry. She shouted at the young snake, “You will eat mice or you will starve to death!” The young snake looked her straight in the eyes and calmly replied, “Mice are nice, I will not eat them anymore”. The queen witch snake was so angry she could hardly control herself. Her eyes got bigger and bigger and the color of them changed from bright red to orange, then to yellow and green. The queen had to leave before her head exploded. No one had ever defied the queen before.
The days began to pass, and still the young snake would not eat mice. Without help, the young snake would surely starve to death. But the mice held a meeting, deep in the earth, and they all agreed to help the young snake. So each night, they would secretly take small pieces of fruit to the snake for him to eat. The young snake loved the sweet fruit. Frut tastes much better than mice. Soon he was eating more and more fruit, and growing stronger and stronger every day. The mice were very happy to take more food to their friend. Soon, all the snakes were talking about how big and trong the young snake was becoming. He was no longer a little snake. He was now a big snake and he was exactly the same size as the queen witch snake. Some of the snakes were now beginning to talk about following a new leader.
The queen witch snake heard about this rebellion and knew that she had to do something quickly. In the snake world, there can only be one ruler. The queen witch found the young snake sunning himself on a large rock. She shouted at him, “You must eat mice! That is my command!”
The young snake looked her straight in the eyes and calmly replied, “Mice are nice, I will not eat them anymore”. The queen witch snake exploded in anger, and she screamed at the young snake, “If you can’t act like a snake, I am going to make you a stick!”. The body of the queen witch snake shook from the tip of her tail to the top of her head. Fire and smoke belched from her mouth as she weaved a magic spell with her tongue. In a flash of black, purple and white light, the young snake was instantly changed into a stick. The queen witch laughed aloud as she crawled away. There can only be one ruler in the kingdom of the snakes.
As the stick lay there on the ground, the mice came out of their homes and gathered around their one true friend. Each of them came forward with tears in their eyes to touch their friend the stick and say good-bye. As they all stood there crying , there appeared out of the air the good fairy of the mice. With a pure heart and a tender voice the good fairy spoke, “I cannot undo the evil magic of the queen witch, but I can add to it just a little. You will be a stick, but you will be a living stick. And you will live forever”. The good fairy waved her magic wand and ten thousand tiny stars entered the stick. The stick began to breathe. Later that night, all the mice worked together and dug a hole in the ground. They then stood the stick straight up and filled in the dirt around it. All of the mice said a littel prayer and each of them added a cup of precious water.
The next day, as the sun began to rise, the stick began to grow. That stick grew faster and faster, until its trunk was as big as the biggest house. This tree just kept growing. This mighty tree was so big, that all of the mice moved their homes high into the branches. On each branch of this tree, there grew a different color of sweet fruit. Red, orange, yellow and green fruit; blue, purple and biolet fruit. And at the very top of the tree, white fruit. The white fruit tastes so very sweet. The best thing was that the snakes could not climb this tree. The mice would never be eaten by snakes again. This tree is the true friend of all the mice.
Oh, by the way, one day in a windstorm, a big branch fell from the tree and hit the queen witch snake on top of the head. She died instantly. There can only be one ruler in the kingdom.
This all happened a long time ago. Since that time, that tree is still growing. Now it’s so big, that all of us live in the branches of this very smae tree. And that white fruit at the top of the tree! It’s sweeter than ever. One taste of this fruit and you live forever.
The Boy Who Goes Fishing for the Sun
A long time ago, there was a village of people who lived in a difficult place. There were no trees, flowers or grass. There were no animals or birds, and almost no food. As far as the eye could see, there were only bare empty rocks. But worst of all, the sun never shined. The sky was always filled with dark clouds and a cold wind blew constantly. Each morning, as a gray light filtered through the clouds, the parents would leave to find food. They would crawl around on their hands and knees looking for small pieces of moss that grew between the rocks. With this moss, they would make a watery soup for the children to eat. There was never enough to eat. In these conditions, the children were always hungry and sick. This was not a nice place to live. Each day, the children tried to help their parents find food. All of the children would go to the one small lake ner the village. Inthis lake there were some very small fish. The fish were difficult to catch and most of the time the children would catch nothing.
One day, a small boy was sitting near the edge of the water when suddenly, he saw a huge fish in the middle of the lake. He was so excited. He picked up his fishing pole and was about to cast his line into the water when the clouds parted and thesun came shining through. The golden light of the sun reflected off the water and came flooding into his eyes. The boy looked up and for the first time in his life, he saw the sun. Behind the golden sun was the bright blue sy. When the boy looked at the lake, the water was bright blue and the boy could see that the fish was a golden fish. In the middle of the boy’s head a light went on. He had an idea. The sky is blue and the lake is blue. The fish in the lake is a golden fish and the golden sun in the sky is really just a fish going by! I want to catch that fish! I want to catch the sun!
The boy ran home to tell his father what he wanted to do. When he found his father, he shouted, “I want to catch the sun!” the boy’s father wasn’t sure what to do. So he said to the boy, “Catching the sun is a big job. For such a big job, we should talk to your grandfather. He will know what to do.” so the boy and his father went to find the grandfather. When they found him he was in his house on the top of the hill. When the boy saw his grandfather, he shouted, “Grandfather, I want to catch the sun!”. The grandfather laughed and said, “I have been waiting for you all day. I have been getting something ready for you. Here it is, a magic fishing pole with a magic fishing line. With this, you can catch the sun”. The boy was about to take the magic fishing pole, when the grandfather spoke to him. “There is just one thing. If you hook something, you have to promise not to let go of this fishing pole.” The boy responded, “I promise, Grandpa, no matter what happens, I will hang on”. Then he looked up at his grandfather’s eyes and said, “I love you Grandpa”, and hurried out the door to go catch the sun. The grandfather went to the door of his house and called to the boy, “I love you too!” the sound of the grandfather’s voice followed the boy through the rocks as he raced to catch the golden fish in the sky.
The boy returned to the place by the lake where he had seen the golden fish. But instead of casting his line into the lake, he cast his line onto the sky. Of course, the line came down again. This was just like fishing in the lake, you had to keep trying. As he was doing this, the other children of the village came by and started to laugh at him. “You’re so stupid, you don’t even know where the lake is!” then they threw sticks and rocks at him and walked away laughing. The boy fell to the ground and began to cry. These were his only friends and they had hurt his feelings. All he wanted to do was catch the fish in the sky, so that no one would be hungry again. Now he felt so alone. Then he cried even more because he missed his mother. He never really knew his mother, she had died the day he was born. He had always wondered if he had caused his mother’s death. The only thing he knew about his mother was that his grandfather had told him his mother loved the red rose. He cried so hard even his bones began to cry.
Then suddenly the boy thought he heard the sound of his grandfather’s voice calling, “I love you”. The boy opened his eyes to see if his grandfather was there. But the boy was alone. It was getting late and the sky was filled with the darkest clouds he had ever seen. He decided to cast his fishing line one more time. So he stood up very straight and with his whole body he threw that line into the sky. That magic fishing line went right through the darkest cloud and just kept going. Then suddenly, the boy hooked something. The line went racing away. The boy thought the line would break. But the line was a magic fishing line. It didn’t break. The boy pulled as hard as he could. But no matter what he did, he could not pull the line in. He could not even see what he had hooked. So he just stood there holding that fishing pole as it started to get dark. He wanted to go home, but what was he going to do? He had amade a promise to his grandfather not to let go. He would hold on to that fishing pole as long as it took.
The boy stood there holding his fishing pole as it got darker and darker. He was a little bit afraid of the dark because he had never been out of the house at night. Then suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the ground right at his feet. The light raced up his toes to the top of his head. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up. The boy blinked his eyes hten he blinked them again, because he was sure he was seeing something. He was right. Standing in front of him was a giant wolf. His grandfather had shown him a picture of a wolf. This was a wolf. The wolf had big yellow eyes and white teeth. This wolf was growling at the boy like he was going to eat him. The boy wanted to drop his pole and run. But he couldn’t run because he had made a promise to his grandfather. So the boy looked straight at the wolf and said, “Wolf, I am not letting go of this fishing pole. If you eat me, you will have tot eat this fishing pole too. If you eat this isining pole, you may die”. The wolf stopped growlign and slowly walked away. The boy stood there alone, trembling in the dark.
It was late at night. The boy was very tired. The wind stopped blowing and all around him was only silence. He wanted to sleep. So he wrapped his arms around the fishing pole and laid on the ground. He would just rest his eyes a little while. The boy dreamed his grandfather was whispering in his ear, “I love you…”. He opened his eyes just in time to save the fishing pole from being lifted out of his arms. The boy stood up and started pulling on that fishing line. Whatever he had hooked was coming closer. Each time he pulled he got stronger and stronger. As he pulled the line, the sun began to rise. For the first time in his life, the boy saw the rising sun without clouds. When he looked up into the clear sky, he could see he had hooked an angel!
The boy pulled and pulled. He pulled that angel all the way down to the ground. And there on the ground, stood an angel, NINE FEET TALL. a magnificent an d beautiful angel. But this angel looked a little funny. He had fishing line all through his wings. That angel looked down at that boy and said, “Little boy, you are the strongest boy in all the world. All night long i tried to get away from you. I threw lightning at you; i sent a wolf. I even stopped the wind to put you to sleep. Little boy, what is it you want so much, that not even an angel can get away from you?” The boy looked up at the angel and said, “Angel, you are very beautiful, but I don’t want you. I want to catch the sun! The angel laughed, and replied, “If you want to catch the sun, you have to cast your line over the moon, through the sun to the real sun. the only way you can do that is if I help you”.
The boy said to the angel, “Angel, if you will help me catch the sun, I’ll let you go”. The angel laughed a belly laugh, and said, “I promise to help you!’. So the boy pulled the fishing line out of the angel’s wings and instantly the angel was gone.
The boy decided to run home and tell his grandfather that he had caught an angel. As the boy entered the village, he heard people screaming as they pointed to the sky, “The darkness is eating the sun. we will all die!” The boy looked up at the sky and sure enough, there was a big bite out of the sun. He called to the people, “Have no fear. I can catch the sun!” the people angrily shouted at the boy, “Who do you think you are?!” they came after him to hit him with sticks. But standing in their path was the boy’s grandfather. The boy’s grandfather said to them, “He can help us. I know he can. Go ahead son”.
With all of his might, the boy cast his line towards the sun. then he shouted, “Angel!” His line sailed over the moon and through the sun to the real sun. the boy hooked the sun. then he pulled the sun out of the darkness. The whole village began to cheer. “We should make you king!”, they shouted. But the boy ignored them. He kept pulling the sun closer and closer to the earth. The people asked him to stop. But he wouldn’t stop. The people got frightened. Someone screamed, “If he pulls the sun any closer, we will all die in the fire! We must kill him before we die!” they cam towards the boy with weapons. But standing in their path was an angel, NINE FEET TALL! At the sight of this magnificent angel, the people dropped their weapons and fell to their knees.
That boy pulled the sun all the way down to the ground. From the north to the south; from the east to the west, the whole sky was filled with the sun. but this sun was the real sun and the fire of the real sun is made of love. Everyone felt wonderful and alive. The boy said,
“Look!” Everyone turned and looked at the sun. where the boy was pointing, there was a heart-shaped opening in the middle of the sun. The boy crawled into the sun and looked through the opening. Do you know what he saw? He saw a paradise. Giant trees, beautiful flowers and green grass. All the food anyone could ever want was there.
The boy said to the people, “Come through here!”. Each person held someone else’s hand. And two by two they walked into the paradise. The very last one to walk through the sun was that little boy. Except that now he was no longer a little boy. He was a man, a magnificent man, and he stood NINE FEET TALL! When the boy walked through, he could smell the fragrance of the rose.
Those people are still in that paradise. Because in that place you live forever.
The Woman of the Ice
There are other stories in production. Each of these stories is designed to awaken the positive benefits of different lines of ancestors in the family tree. Each of these family lines represent different elements in nature, and are accessed through different symbols. The gender of the character in each story helps to stimulate different regions of the brain, and should be listened to by both boys and girls.
May the use of these stories touch the hearts of your children and grandchildren, and bring a smile of peace to your family.
Denny Johnson