Author's Note: This story is one I wrote nearly twenty years ago now. It apparently was simply exploring territory that few had expressed anywhere before at that time. Now notable writers including Lynn Andrews, Shirley MacLean, & a host of New Age writers have made the unmapped, unarticulated world of Spirit & therefore metaphysics more accessible to us all. I stand in humility & with great gratitude today to say THANK YOU to all those whose work laid the foundation for understanding these areas. These courageous Shining Ones have served as my hope, solace & comfort through the dark, murky waters of lower vibrational thought forms. They continually reached out, touched, & saved me, & now have helped me realize all of who I am & can be.
I dedicate this parable to Diana, Princess of Wales & her beloved sons, William & Harry.
Part 1
My name is Charity & this is the tale of my early maternity. I was born in an academic town in the beautiful verdant State of Vermont on Inauguration Day, January 20, 1950 something. I always knew, as the knowledge whispered in my blood, that I was born of royal lineage, that I am indeed a princess. But living in the United States, a supposed democracy made that knowledge incongruent somehow. For how is an American princess to conduct herself in the context of democracy? My story will unfold & you shall know how I struggled with the dilemma.
I am now thirty-three as I lay pen to paper, & am compelled to set down this story in the heat of summer as the constant, soothing sound of waves crashing on the Malibu shore accompany my thoughts. As befits a princess, I now reside in Malibu colony among the more stellar & creative members of the entertainment capital of the world.
My lodging is modest but most pleasingly simple & rustic to the eye. I shun the elaborate life-style of the Bel Air citizen in favor of a more Thoreauian existence. My greatest joy is found in the life of the creative intellect & body.
I am, in fact, a musician, song-writer, poet, performing artist, & skater. I have determined, in my coming of age, to rule my land through artistic media solely, to make my thought & wishes known through song & play & choreographed, free-style skating.
I have determined through years of education & worldly experience that I may most effectively lead others to awareness, artistic sensitivity & cultural advance by living an exemplary life rather than talking about it. I am also solidly rooted in the knowledge that I was born into this world during this meridian of time because I volunteered to do so in order to accomplish a great mission; to be a princess of peace.
As I write today the world is a war-torn, divided earth. Extreme disparities exist even in my own land between rich & poor economically, green, lush land versus arid, parched draught areas in the middle of the continent. Educational access & levels are also uneven & the level of competence in high school graduating classes is plummeting. Many of our youth graduate semi-literate & even at the University freshmen are taking remedial English classes.
Families are being torn by many disparate forces including the economic need for both parents to work leaving children alone & untended at earlier & earlier ages, getting steady diets of junk food & junk T.V. At younger & younger ages they are drawn into drug-addicted existence which alienates them from often drug-addicted or alcohol-addicted parents & so the cycle of deterioration goes.
All of this is fueled by a "democracy" which is overrun by millionaires representing less than 1% of the total population & who have taken over the seats of power in Congress, Senate, & Justice Departments, & of course, the White House.
They "represent" the 99% of the people who labor upwards of 80 hours a week to "get ahead" while being raped by the government of up to 48% of their taxable income. So in fact this "democracy" we live in has been superseded by a feudalistic aristocracy who have the halls & seats of power. Once there they have no difficulty or resistance within their ranks of voting in more tax-free pay raises every year as they all dip their hands with glee into the vast coffers of the U.S. Treasury.
This is the backdrop, politically, of my tale. A most discouraging one for a princess raised & inspired by the stories of Abraham Lincoln & Susan B. Anthony, Louisa May Alcott, & Thoreau.
Here is the direct page to the series...
http://www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/19341
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