1948 - 2022


Spring 2009

GIST Magazine
Ellen's grandson Mattia Arnoldi Bridge Builder Extra ordinaire on Campus. For ribbon cutting, left to right: Ingeborg, Ellen, Mattia, Herb, Rex, Love, with Sylvia on camera.

In This Issue:

God's Pocket
A Touch Of Balance

My Energy Is Free

EJ Shares
Freedom From Guilt

Practitioner Letter
A Fairytale-or Maybe Not!


Practitioner Letter - Spring 2009 Issue

A Fairytale - or Maybe Not!

JENNY CAME RUNNING into the kitchen, ready for the cup of hot cocoa I had promised her after the long hours of hard play outside. Hanging up her jacket she asked, "Can you tell me the story of the little rabbit that wanted to grow up in a castle?"

So we cuddled up in the big easy chair in the living room and I began:

Once upon a time there was a rabbit family living in the dense brush, just behind the little house of a wise man that lived in the wood since many, many years. Well, mother rabbit had five young children, all still too small to live on their own. They were all fine babies, only little Xaver worried her sometimes as he was so curious about the big world out there that even with his eyes still closed he wanted to go and explore it. One evening, just as he was about to fall asleep he said dreamingly, "Mom, I want to grow up in a castle." At this moment the wise man just passed their house and understanding the language of animals, he said to little Xaver, "Be careful what you wish for, the universe hears what you think about, and it just might come true." Xaver just sighed with excitement and went off into dreamland. As it so happened, Rex, a knight in shining armor from the nearby castle, found Xaver as he was once more sticking his little nose out of the rabbit house. "Hmm," Rex thought to himself, "The Princess might like this little creature as she feels sometimes lonely in the big castle." And so it came that the knight laid the little creature at the Princess’ feet. "Oh my oh my Rex," she exclaimed, "this is so small and has its eyes still closed, how can I ever take care of it?"

Well, you see Jenny, at the time the story happened, they did not have computers, from which you could ask questions - but they had something we now would call the Worldwide Troubadour Net. A troubadour was like a travelling newspaper, going from castle to castle, singing the latest news to kings and queens and princes and princesses and knights too.

Well, that evening, after dinner, the Troubadour was singing as if to the Princess alone. He sang of the sorrows and challenges of raising little rabbits - and that they just liked to die when they are not raised in the warmth of their mother’s home. His song was beautiful and all the words rhymed, but they left the princess very sad. To cheer her up a bit, he gave her the recipe of a magical potion that he once had found on an ancient scroll, and which should help make little Xaver big and strong.

The next morning as the princess was walking in the woods, she saw the wise man in front of his hut. She told him the story of Xaver and her worries about the little creature. "Well, my beautiful Princess," he said, "Be careful what you are thinking about - because the universal intelligence that is in and all around you hears what you are thinking about - and your worries might just come true! Instead, my wise one, say and think good things about your little companion, tell him that he is whole and perfect, and tell yourself that you like yourself, and you will see that all is in divine order soon."

His kind words gave her courage and she took care of the little creature with all her heart and soul and the wonderful things she was thinking about herself and little Xaver, made her very happy indeed - and she no longer felt lonely. As it so happens, when we like ourselves and all is in divine order in our world, a handsome young prince came along and married her on the spot. And they lived happily ever after.

"But," Jenny was pulling on my sleeve, "What about Xaver, what became of him," she anxiously pleaded. Oh, oh, yes, you are right! Indeed, the Princess’ love, together with the magical potion did their work. In no time Xaver was big and strong and just as curious as always--looking forward to explore the world with open eyes and an open heart. And that is just what he did - and he too lived happily ever after - and he told everybody who wanted to hear it and even to those who did not want to hear it, that he had made a wish to grow up in a castle and that it worked because in his heart he new that his wish would come true.

Again Jenny was pulling on my sleeve, "Is Xaver like the little rabbit that you are raising," she asked. Yes, I said - and you know what - I found the recipe for the magic potion on the Worldwide Web, and it is just the same like the princess got from the Troubadour. Jenny peeked curiously into the box next to our chair. She giggled with delight, "He looked at me, and wiggled his little nose," she exclaimed! Can we make a picture?" Of course I said.

Here they are!


And - by the way - nothing happens by chance! Smile.

—Dr Sylvia M Enz