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Created on: March 02, 2009
The Crystal Necklace
Once upon a time there was this young girl who grew up to be a wise and healthy young lady. She was well behaved and always did exactly as her parents expected. One day, as most do, she realized how much she wanted to be free. Free of expectation, free of being good, free of the boring life she had. Yet, she like most young girls her age was scared to death of taking that first step and making change happen.
One night while she was looking at the stars from her bedroom window she had a thought. I could just kill myself, make it look like I am dead then I will be free.
The next day she went to the river, stripped naked and slowly walked to almost the center, swam for a bit, until she could walk again. As she walked out of the river, cold and wet she realized how alive she really felt. She walked for several miles before she came to a farm where the wife of the farmer took her in and gave her cloths. Before night fall she again started to walk.
In the dark of the night she found herself in a loose forest of unfamiliar trees. She built a small fire and spoke to the moon. "Goddess, I know right now I am as free as I will ever be. I know I am healthy and wise because of your grace. I ask only one thing. I ask for a direction. What is my passion? What will you have me do with this freedom?" As she spoke these words her eye lids fell heavy and she slept soundly and comfortably on her rich Mother Earth.
When she woke she walked. She walked until she could not walk anymore. She fell on her knees and started to cry. When she could not cry any more she lit a fire. As she began to speak to the Moon Goddess she realized that something on the ground where she had cried was shiny, almost wet and sparkly. She went over and picked up a very clear tear drop shaped crystal. She smiled looking up at the Goddess who was rising and ripening in the sky and said, "Thank you Mother Goddess for blessing me with a small smile after such exhausting tears." Then she slept.
A day or so later she came upon a small town. Now, because this young woman was wise, she was able to read and write and speak in more than only language. She presented herself in front of the school house and was quickly giving lessons to the older children for room and board. The young lady did this task with great ease and satisfaction for several lunar cycles.
As all good things must come to an end; one night several of the small minded, small town men decided that no woman should be so smart. They
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