The Genie

The sand sifted through her fingers, as she sat in this desert landscape. She had recently unrolled from her rug—where she had been suspended in time. She has been awakened by a dream of a Island, longing to be inhabited, desiring a home to be placed on its soft earth.
In the landscape of her dream, the land was rich, fertile, and bountiful, but as she had awakened and unrolled herself from her cocoon, she was met by this barren place of shifting sands and desolation, she felt alone.
Through the repetitive motion of sifting the sand through her fingers, she entered into a trancelike state, and her inner vision began to guide her. She envisioned an open shoreline and a great expanse of water.
Her vision was soon realized, as she found herself soon taking passage on a great vessel, with white sails, heading out to the open water, and she was glad to leave the desolation of the barren lands, far behind her.
She had used her mystical powers from one lifetime to the next; a pathway of being of service, being of purpose, in ways that give to others for the betterment of their lives. This has accorded her Genie status, in this life. The only evidence of this was a small sapphire stone, seemingly pieced, embedded as a small teardrop in the outer corner of her right eye. It has been embedded there from birth.
The light on the ocean surface seemed reflected in this small gemstone, and it emanated the power that was her own.
The prevailing idea that she could grant others only three wishes, was a fallacy. This power of hers' was unlimited, and bestowed its gift of wish-fulfillment to others, and also to herself. What she wished for instantly came true, and so she had learned to discipline her thoughts and feelings, so that she could use this power in the right way.
Her power had brought her from that barren landscape to this vast ocean, but now she grew tiresome of the journey and how long it was taking, so she focused her energy, and like a laser of light she directed her intention and suddenly found herself walking on the soft ground, the grass-laden earth, on the beautiful Isle of her dream's vision. With woodland before her and a distant mountain to her right—reflected perfectly on a glasslike lake—she sat and rested, and wished into existence a beautiful logged cabin, that was to be her new home.
As the years passed. people would unconsciously sense her existence. The world of the inner realms would whisper to these travelers to steer their craft towards this place, to anchor at the jetty, and follow the winding path towards her home, and upon entry they would unintentionally express their wish. On their return to their homeland, they would discover that what they wished for had already been given, it was already received. The true power, of course, lay within themselves, to create through their dreams and visions. It is simply that sometimes we all need a helping hand.
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Copyright © 2011 by Morning Star (Sally Jordan Austin).