A Water Story
Adaption from  Michael Meade's book The Water of Life
    Part One--The Introduction

Once upon a time, ages ago, there was a King.  And the King had three sons.  The
kingdom had deteriorated greatly.  What was once a land rich in wealth, in fame, and
honor had become a land that was now barren.    Where there had been oasis' of
refreshment, fresh fruits, and plentiful food and water, now the land had been stripped
of its bounty.  The land laid waste like a great desert.   And as our story begins, the King
is very, very ill with no hope of recovery.  
The three sons have gathered in the courtyard and have begun to weep.


What images stir in you as we begin this story about water?  When I read a story, I try
to find myself in the words.  I desire to feel this place where our story begins.  I want to
be open for what might touch my life.  I want to listen from within my interior life,
carefully.  If the words never find a path to my heart, then the words do me no service.  
So, the first step is to open my listening heart to the words.
What words catch you?  What words stir your imagination?  What do you feel when you
think of the King and the barren land?  What is barren in you?  What do you feel when
you ponder the three sons weeping?  What part of you is weeping?  Can you hear those
parts in you that need your care?   This is how we enter into a story....we listen with
openness from our hearts.

For me, the King represents those parts of me that I have relied upon for years to lead
me in my decisions, those parts in me that motivate me toward action----they are my
belief and value systems that I have held dearly.   The King represents the authority
structures I have relied upon to come to my truth.
We find that the King is ill.     So I ask myself what is ill in me?   What I once knew of
blessing has withered away.  I am now in a barren place, an empty place---one that holds
no water for life to be sustained.   What brought blessing into my life does not work
anymore.  The King is dying.  I am in the throes of a major paradigm shift.  The "old
world" that I once knew is fading away....and I have no idea of what the "new world" is
going to look like.   My world is cracking open and I have no footing.  I am being undone.
 And finally, I weep.  Finally.......

Have you ever been at a place like this?  
The three sons have gathered in the courtyard and have begun to weep.  We don't know
how long it has taken for the sons to finally  weep.  Some of us can stay hardened for
years before we finally begin to break.  We can only imagine that possibly many years
have gone by for such a state to exist in this kingdom.  
I am aware of times in my own life where I have been barren for a long time before
some part of me finally begins to weep.  And the story gives me a hint about three "son"
parts in me that begin to weep--whatever that might be.  
Maybe the reality of the situation, the desperateness of the circumstances has finally
reached the sons' hearts.  They gather together and weep.  Finally, there is some water.
What has to happen in our lives for us to finally shed tears?  Our lives can be in
shambles.  We can be so hardened.  There is no life.  We find ourselves in a place that
has no water.  Water is absolutely necessary if life is to be sustained on the earth.  
Without water, we die.  And we see that the King is dying...he is gravely ill.   

This is the situation we find ourselves at the beginning of this wonderful story.   The
time is desperate!  Something has to move....  

Can you find some part of yourself that can identify with our introduction?   If you do,
carry it gently...and see where the story will lead you in the  days and weeks ahead.  
Denial and Stuckness
Links from this page
Section One and Two
of the Story

Water--Part Two

The Revelation

The First Attempt

The Second Attempt

The Third Attempt and the

The Rod of Iron

The Lions

The Stony Men:  Denial

The Queen, Sword, and Loaf
Oh God, I long to escape the prison
of my ego and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.
I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of love.
I long to sing praises
I stand mute with the agony
of wishing in my heart.


God says, "A man's need dragged him by the hair
into My presence.  
If I satisfy him, he'll go back to being
absorbed in some idle amusement.
Listen how passionate he is!
That torn-open cry
is the way he should live."