We continue our little parable of Grace Sophia and the trials and travails of her flagship company ‘Self Incorporated’.
Within 24 hours Grace was sitting in the CEO’s office at Self Incorporated’s crystal like headquarters.
In front of her stood an anxious Will, accompanied by a young stranger who looked vaguely familiar.
‘Will, you can relax – I’m here to take a big load off your shoulders.’
Will wasn’t sure what that meant, tending to the belief that he was about to take his place among the great mass of unemployed that walked the streets of broken humanity.
‘Come here’, Grace whispered firmly, beckoning the shell-shocked executive closer with an outstretched arm.
What happened next was not what Will had expected.
Getting up from her classy CEO chair Grace flung her arms around Will as she began to cry.
‘Thank you Will for trying to keep ‘Self’ afloat in the absence of Ruach.’
A stunned Will automatically fell to his knees, sobbing deeply as he collapsed further into a crumpled heap on the luxury pile carpet. A long angst filled wail eerily pierced the surreal atmosphere as Will felt the burdens of the past months fall away, replaced by a lightness flooding back into his dark empty being.
Glancing upwards Will could just make out the form of the stranger leaning over him as he became aware of his salty tears trickling their way onto his parched tongue. Somehow he sensed a familiar energy flowing from this man, now embracing him in his brokenness. Where had he felt this strange connection before?
‘Will, I want to introduce you to someone; meet Rukah, Ruach’s younger brother. He’ll be taking over his position as from today.’
Yes, now it all fell into place; the strange knowing and even stranger flow of energy. Will had first felt it, the day ‘Self’ had been launched; an introductory handshake from Ruach being the channel for the empowering Life surge. During their time together in management it had never left him.
As Will tentatively rose to his feet a new management team was birthed that would restore the fortunes of ‘Life Incorporated’. Will’s gifts would come back into play alongside the new boy Rukah and the wise oversight of Grace Sophia.
‘And now gentlemen, let’s go see my workers. Will, you lead the way.’
As the three executives walked onto the shop floor, the employees of ‘Self Inc.’ couldn’t believe their eyes. They’d never expected to see their founder Grace once more walking among them. Their hearts were pulled this way and that by the turbulence of conflicting emotions; the fear of losing their jobs and the sheer relief at seeing the missing entrepreneur back in their midst. The stranger and a freshly confident Will, only added a sense of puzzlement to the psychic cocktail.
Grace looked around the hushed gathering with a knowing gaze before striding purposefully towards the recent participants of the shop floor confusion. Her dancing eyes sparkled as she unexpectedly reached out her hand to each and every one of them, ignoring the reflexive stuttering, that attempted to issue from their dry mouths. Words, however, seemed meaningless in the reactivated chemistry that once more flowed between ‘Self Inc.’s’ founder and her creative and skillful workforce.
As if by magic a harmonious cry rang out, echoing its way around the shiny factory walls.
‘Welcome back mam. We’re sorry we let you down. You know we’re proud to work for you.’
And so the once great company was reborn; a restored enterprise in creativity and unity.
Of course changes were made. Grace granted the workforce an even greater role than before, each employee enjoying the freedom to walk into her office and share his/her creative ideas for ‘Self Inc.’ Rukah and Will unsurprisingly hit it off together as Grace’s charisma flowed through the pair to permeate the whole company.
Competitors were amazed; ‘Self Incorporated’ were well and truly back in business; back where they belonged.
Writer Dylan Morrison 
Enjoying the parable, looking forward to more. You have me in a bit of quandry however. Being an amatuer philologist, I’m trying to kythe the meaning of “Rukah”; is it Arabic, Aramaic or a word-play on “Ruah Ha Kodesh”?
Shalom, Love and Grace to you Dylan!
Wol (MIchael)
Hi Michael! Glad you like the parable. Rukah is Aramaic for Spirit/Breath/Wind. Hope that helps. Blesssings – Dylan
Hey Dylan welcome back. Hope Tenerife was lovely.
Take care,
Sas x
Hi Dylan and Michael, and anyone else of love who comes on this site,
Please send me all your love and prayers/ thoughts/ etc. over the next few days. Will need them.
Cheers
Sas
Sarah – Divine Love will carry you over the bridge on the next leg of the journey Home. Spirit creator never makes mistakes.
Blessings
Dylan
Then I am not one. Don’t stop with the love, please. It’s how I experience it.
The experience is the key Sarah – the words used to describe it are just that – words.
Blessings on the new path.
Dylan
@ Sarah; May you find yourself walking bare-foot as Grace, Love and Shalom have blessed your socks off!
Wol- may it so be! I always walk barefoot anyway! 😉
Sas x
We all come into this world barefoot and butt naked. In the brokeness of our being , in the lies and illusions that we choose to believe, we wrap ourselves up in clothes of shame and fear. But the Good News is that the Divine Source has set it that we all one day may stand barefoot and naked again with no shame or fear for there will be no “self awareness”; There will only be bliss as there will be only “being”, a being of unity.
So I think that walking barefoot is good practice for that time.
Lovely thoughts Michael.
I’m just off now to ditch my Moses sandals.
Blessings
Dylan
Wol honey- I only know now, and I try to get away from lies and illusions. Were you talking to me? Felt like I was being talked at. 😦
Lots of love,
Sarah
Sorry no, not talking “at”. No offense intended. Just waxing philosophical on the previous barefoot comment. Sorry, ’tis a weakness of mine to do so. I do confess that I am a recovering preacher. Old habits are sometimes hard to break. So if I sounded preachy (which was not my intention), I beg thy forgiveness.
Part of philosophical musings have sprung from my recent refletions of my open heart surgery, in which I received 6 by-passes. I’m now into my 9th day of recovery. For 24 hours, the “I” was out while a set of skilled hands worked on the body of Michael, to keep Michael alive and repair Michael. But where was the “I”, the “me”? The “I” of the ego had ceased. There was no “I” or “me”; just a blissful sense of being present, one with the Source. Like being in the womb; dark but profoundly at peace, at ease and One, united.
Wol, you have my forgiveness. Don’t worry.
Get well baby.
Sas x
I like being one with Mother! She’s very lovely.
Sas x
Michael
You’ve clearly had an amazing few days. I and all my readers wish you well. May the experience of being ‘somewhere else’ bear much fruit in the remainder of your earthly sojourn.
I have a sense that none of us will feel strange when we leave – it may all be new but in some way it will feel like home.
Blessings
Dylan
WoL/ Michael…hope it’s going OK.
Dylan- hi!
Peace and fun to all! 🙂
Send me some love friends.
Cheers
Sas
Hi Sarah
Love dispatched from England – should reach you shortly.
Are things going well?
Dylan
Hi Dylan- period of great change and healing but going very well thanks yes. You know at times you have to reach out for some support.
And I’m in Bristol so it didn’t have to travel far!
Blessed be.
Sas x
Woh Sarah.
Great news – you have spread your wings!
🙂 Dylan
Yes I have.
Divine commiserates with me on all I lost and says how ridiculous it was that those things were called evil. I agree and we laugh. I build myself back up again.
x