We are storytellers. Not just we, the writers, but we, the humans. We put a story on and around everything and believe it to an astonishing degree. Stories also serve to simplify and understand a situation. It is overwhelming how different people would experience the same situation differently.

Often, people would have a distinct story ready for various listeners: One for the husband, one for the lover, and one for the stranger we want to impress. Like the Brussels plumber, he has a story of his life adapted to each client. Veronika will tell us, soon, about him.

There is also a time to go beyond any story. Where to? Well, to the realm that we all share, and where we all, no exceptions, long to be accepted for who we are (only, do we know who we truly are?) It is a realm where we wish to be heard and to connect and to bond. The place of deep desires.

A remarkable thing I have recently realized: We totally believe our own story and fiercely defend it, which is all right, as far as the stories do not clash and create huge tensions. Like in the case of conflicts.

As storytellers, we are also apt manipulators and want a certain version of truth. That is the potential danger of a story. It is often fed by fear, illusion; need to protect, to manipulate in order to get something.

Who is the teller here? The ego defence system.

Back to the beginning: Who are we? Surely, not the frightened little ego playing it big. Not only. We are souls, children of the light, creators, creative process, travellers and more.

No harm a plumber has a different story for a charming woman whose shower he is putting in order. And a different story for a smart-looking man for whom he is installing a Jacuzzi. Still not yet has anybody penetrated to the stories going on in his head.

Wherever the “truth” lies, we all want to be accepted. In other words, to be loved. We create. We inspire.

Watch this video, it swirls with stories and possibilities: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDUdK5SYa7w