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The Secret of the Stone
By Sherry Guyberson
On her 10th birthday she received a strange gift. This gift was said to have the power to change her life
Her journey was terrifying at times, because you never know who or what awaits you in the here, there or anywhere
in the great beyond..
Take the journey with Jillian as she explores the universe,
outside - in!
She was accompanied by Illianna, a beautiful white mare that helped guide her until she reached the
Trinity Of Time.
In her quest to unlock the secret of this stone she
traveled to strange lands and found the
wisdom of the ages in the most
She learned how to create the future and was given the gift
to understand the power she held
in a new and
Amazing bugs and birds and butterflies, flowers and trees.
Some were so close you could see the tiniest details.
A dragonfly smiling, the feathery antennae of a moth, and tiny suction cup toes stuck to the camera lens.
Sometimes when she looked at the pictures
she could find things that she had not seen before.
One time she asked her aunt,
“How does that happen?”
With a big smile her aunt said, “I think it depends
on what you are looking at, or looking for. It
depends on what you are focusing on at the time.
When you are looking for more, you WILL find it."
I Am beautiful! she thought.
“Oh yes, you are
came a voice
from the empty
Standing beside her was an
iridescent white mare with
silver and gold braids.
"The next time you start to get scared of something, maybe you’ll think about how you are judging what you don’t know!" Twilla said swaying to imaginary music.
“That is a beautiful stone you possess."
"Thank you. Do you know anything about it?
Is it special?"
"Of course it is special. It belongs to you doesn't it? Maybe it is how you focus on the stone. What if you are the one to make it magic?”
“Jillian, have I helped you in any way?” Elora asked politely.
“Oh yes! Thank you! You have
helped me to
focus on focusing!
Especially when it’s right
in front of me!”
You’re talking to me.
“Yes I am.”
But I’m not talking, I’m thinking.
“Yes, I am too,” the horse replied.
How can you hear what I’m thinking?
“I just asked what you were thinking and I could then hear you.”
“The world you find yourself
in while dreaming or awake,
everyone and everything
you create first
in your mind.”
Jillian read the labels on the glass vials;
“Essence of Clarity, to see and to know”
“Essence of Gratitude, to feel thankful”
“Essence of Faith, a calm knowing inside”
“Essence of Joy, a feeling of such happiness
it must be shared”
“Well, where are all of the other kits hiding?” a voice said from the edge of the meadow.
Jillian turned to see a
“That one looks like a
heart,” the rabbit said
watching the clouds
as they passed by.
“My thoughts do create my feelings!”
Jillian said in amazement.
“How would you like to feel that kind of happiness all the time?” it said.
Jillian started to laugh and wipe the tears from her eyes. “Is that possible?”
“That's up to you Jillian!”
Mirabella shook her head, “Without the gift of the stone, you wouldn’t be here. This quest and the ones that will follow, I’m sure you’ll soon agree that you wouldn’t have missed them for the world.”
Jillian’s eyes got really big. That’s true. Can there really be something neat hiding in every disappointment? Illianna nodded.
“You must learn to go with the flow,” Mirabella said smoothing out Illianna’s hoof prints in the sand with her big bunny feet.
“It’s tough to be up stream
without a paddle or a boat!
Listen to your tum-ometer telling you to
let go and let God take you downstream.”
“Sooner or later the bees learn,” Mirabella said nodding her head at Illianna.
“Learn what?” Jillian asked as she squinted, trying to see into the rain.
“That everything has a purpose. Without the rain the flowers wouldn’t grow. So it certainly doesn’t make any sense to waste their energy being mad at what is.”
Is this the stream?
“Love is one choice
fear is the other,”
she heard a voice say.
You have to choose to love or to fear.
Every choice comes down
to these two directions.
Do you know why you are here?
Jillian heard a voice inside her say.
“Yes, I Am exploring, remembering, creating.
That is all I have to do!”
With her eyes closed, she could see a
brilliant white light burst outward
from her chest in all directions.
Standing breathless she slowly
opened her eyes as the tears began to fall.
It was as if she were a string on a harp
quivering in the sun.
She knew this was the pure
white light of God’s love.
This was her, but older. The older Jillian took
her paintbrush and titled the painting
She closed her eyes and said out loud,
“Thank you for your unconditional,
infinite love. I painted your
portrait, though I don’t create
as well as you.
Jillian smiled and looked down at the pouch around her neck.
It was still glowing pink.
When she looked back up to Illianna
she was gone.
“Illianna, will I ever see you again?”
Jillian asked hugging her.
“I will be in your heart until the next time we meet. There are many others that will help you too. You will meet them when the time is right.”
As Illianna started to walk away she said
over her shoulder,
“No one wants to see a frown, think of me and turn it upside down.”
The Stupidest Gift Ever
The Journey Begins
The Opposite of Love
Divine By Nature
Wisdom From the Mother
Trusting the Feelings
Trinity of Time
A New Heart, New Eyes
A New Chapter in Forever
Photos by Sherry Guyberson
Illustrations by Janice Clarke