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Esther: Story of a House that Dreamed of Becoming a Home
By Vicky Bowker Jeter
Sunday, May 16, 2010

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This is a true story founded on the realization that all in the universe is conscious. The transformational event, which the Fairy protects Esther's memory from was a consuming fire in Dec., 2009.

(As told by Esther, herself)


     Hello, there!  My name is Esther.  If the name sounds a little old fashioned, I’m just tickled to inform you, you are mistaken.  I am brand spankin’ new—from the tip of my dandy roof top, clear down to my crawl space--as fresh as a new born babe, I tell you!

How can this be?  I’ve asked that question many a time, myself, these past few positively astounding days, I assure you.  To think of the years upon years I’ve been here.  And for all the many people who came and went through the early years, while they were plenty happy, or contented at least, as I was surely as accommodating to each and every one as I could be, not one ever truly saw “me,” not one so much as fathomed me more than four walls, a ceiling and a door, if you get my drift.  And this was certainly not for want of my trying and longing.  I’ve heard many stories from other houses about how Love makes a house a Home.  You know . . . 


     How do I talk to other houses, you ask?  Our conversations are carried on the wind, of course.  And, in a pinch, the birds are generally happy to carry our messages about on a particularly breeze-less day.  This is especially the case if one strikes a bargain to save them a prime perch on an eave or a sill for the favor.  In any case, I have long full-well imagined what it might be like to be loved by someone, not just for what I offer them, but for me—for what I am deeper than my exteriors.  Am I making any sense? 


     As the years past and for all my efforts, I was making no tangible progress to speak of. I began to wonder if it made any sense, myself, to Dream.  Maybe some houses were never meant to be Real Homes.  Every night when all the people said good night with their prayers, I would pray with them.  I would pray to the Great Many-Mansion House of God to help me become a part of the people living within me, that they would know I am a part of them; I prayed to be their Home.


     With each dawn the sunrise would bring me hope and occasionally this or that event would happen, a special party, or moments a child has be especially enchanted with me.  Those are all nice memories.  But, the parties ended and the children all grew up and forgot the magic moments.


     Then one day all the people left; my doors and windows were locked up and no one came for a very long time.  I got used to being uninhabited after awhile.  Oh, it was not so bad, really.  The birds came and stayed with me all over the place, and others, too; mice, squirrels and possums, and the like, would come and go freely.  But, it was just not the same.  I felt very sleepy most of the time.


     But, oh boy, did I ever wake up with a start one night.  One night a big trouble-making storm came harassing and haranguing everybody in the whole neighborhood, and I ended up with considerable damage—I was really worse for wear.  And the storm, of course he had cut and run, literally.  There’s simply no reasoning with that type.  And, now, I was not only uninhabited; I was discontent.  Again, I began to pray.  I just prayed, “Help.”

     Really, it was quite some time, but now, you know, it seems before I knew it, an exceptionally good day arose and there came not just one, but two bright young men very interested in me.  It felt wonderful to have them opening my doors and windows and touching all my surfaces.  Waking up and putting forth my most lively face was a stretch on such short notice, believe you me.  I had been slumbering for a long time.  But, I did Good Enough; they decided right away to help me out!  Could it be true ?  Oh Happy Day!


     Now I was moving toward being excited again.  Almost every day they, or some other wonderful person related to them would come and fix something up about the way I felt.  AND, little could I possibly have known that the best was yet to come.  In the middle of all the work the boys were doing for me, I just looked an awful mess.  Anyone who didn’t know better would surely think things were worse, not better.  Right in the midst of it all, here came my dear Bob and Carolyn.  Certainly, that first day, in those first few moments I had no clue that they are the most precious people I have ever habitated.  After all, I was feeling a little shy; with my history, you can understand, of course. 


     But they were both so happy.  From the first moment they walked in my front door, they stepped over the mess as if it wasn’t even there.  And, I got the most uncommon feeling from them almost immediately—about me.  Wow!  What was that sensation?  It wasn’t real strong that first day, but it was distinct, and it felt Really Good.  All that night when everyone was gone, I just couldn’t settle down.  Almost beside myself with curiosity, I prayed to the Many Mansions to send them back.


      Lo and behold—they did come back!  And, even though I knew I wasn’t looking great; I was feeling so much better.  I managed to muster up my Self—the real me.  And that feeling from the first time that was coming from Bob and Carolyn, it was stronger.  It was such a mystery.  I don’t know that I would have understood it still, but then I heard them say, “All she needs is a lot of Love.”  What?  What?  Could I have heard them right???  Now, that mysterious feeling felt everywhere inside me—that’s it—they saw me—Carolyn and Bob knew I could be more than just a house!!!


     Well, from that moment on, one wonderful happening just led to another, and I’ve been their home, ever since.  But, the story doesn’t quite end here.  The boy’s original plans for me were all fine—but by the time Carolyn and Bob, and the whole community that is with them added their loving touches, it was almost complete magic.  I am their Home, and I knew it.


      But Carolyn and Bob have a lasting dream, and since the beginning of Time, mine has been a dream to last with my loved-ones.  Yet—even with all that had been done, there were parts of me that would not last.  I tried not to worry about it; they were determined there was nothing to worry about—but, deep down some of my timbers and such were feeling out-worn.  There was nothing I could do, and I did not know what to think or feel.  So, at nights when the house was quiet, again I prayed.  It felt like I was asking a lot—now that I was a Real Home, to ask to be able to be a Real Home More—but, I really, really, wanted to, so I asked, “Please help me not feel old and tired, so Bob and Carolyn and I can enjoy all of this wonderfulness that is Here Now without worry or wear.”   


     After just a few nights of praying this prayer, something amazing happened.  Where, before, I have prayed in pure solitude, this night a Fairy appeared.  She was a lovely, luminescent sprite, who said she was a messenger of the Angels.  She told me my prayer was answered; she said when the transformation came it would not be just for me, but for Carolyn and Bob, and everyone who now walked my paths and loved me.  She said, like the first transformation, this would seem a total mess, a bigger mess—difficult to believe—she said for that reason, parts of it I wouldn’t even remember, and I don’t.  She said she was there to make sure of that.  Does that seem strange?


     You wouldn’t think I’d even question it, since it was a lovely Fairy of the Angels who took the effort to explain it to me.  I was enchanted, and once again, so curious.  And that’s the last thing I remember ‘til just a few days ago.  I’m still having trouble really believing it.  She was there, and now I’m here—woke up, sort of, the other morning as the sunshine rose into my windows.  And . . . everything is the same; I mean the place is the same.  Yet, I feel so completely different—so new to every experience.  Every bird song it seems I am hearing for the first time—yet, we all know each other by name—it is just an awesome thing to have all my friends, yet it’s all so fresh to me. 


     It was so early in the morning, and I knew Carolyn and Bob were not here.  That had me worried, at first.  But then it was not long they came, oddly from across the street.

I can’t say I understand that, and they came with more worker guys, which I find both quite odd and delightful.  Somehow, all this work is going on inside, again.  What’s it called?  I know there’s something people say.  De ja vu—that’s it.  These details matter, really, not in the least to me.  I know that I AM.  I know not only that I am their Home; I know I AM HOME  I’m here to last and last with the ones I love, and all is very, very well. 


Thank you, thank you House of Many Mansions,


And So It Is!

(I picked that up from the classes.  I hope those start, again, soon.)









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