Cork in Wine Bottle sparks Therapy

One story that asks to be shared in my head – is a true story.

The story starts with a u-tube I saw on a person showing us how to release a cork from within a wine bottle. This is one such video here…

I showed my grandson how to do that one night and he showed his friends. End of my story.

Another man also saw the video on u-tube. One morning he sat up in bed at 4:00 am with an idea. He went to the kitchen and took one of his wife’s pickle jars, he then went to his daughter’s bedroom and took one of her small dolls. He inserted the doll into the pickle jar where it became stuck. He then put a plastic shopping bag into the pickle jar and careful to place it beneath the doll, blew up the bag and pulled the doll out of the pickle jar.

He took the idea to his GP who happened to be going to a workshop where he met a gynecologist and spoke to him about this. From that, they made up a prototype of a simulated womb and baby – they hope that this will replace forceps for difficult baby deliveries to facilitate delivery in a much gentler way.

The original man who thought this was a motor mechanic – nothing to do with health.

So if we look at this real-life story. It took someone to post that u-tube who showed the knowledge of how to remove a cork from the wine bottle. This released the mechanic’s vision on how to make something better for mankind. Nobody gave the mechanic any information that would have prompted the idea. It came from within.

I sometimes use this with clients as a metaphor for change. In that instance I am the u-tube, by telling the story, the client sees it in her/his mind’s eye. I strengthening her/his knowledge of her/his own greatness that is within them and all of us and that they, their subconscious, their intuition – call it what they will… to bring about something equally as profound to create a gentle healing within.

Did not the mechanic convert that original learning into another idea? Did I not also embrace that into my own teaching? Did we (and who knows how many others), not learn from that original idea of how to get the cork out of a wine bottle?

There is a metaphor about a young troubled man who sought out a master for help and advice. But that’s another story that I share below…

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed,” the young man said, turning to look around and notice his surroundings. His eyes scanned the landscape, but nothing seemed to register; his mind elsewhere.

Watching intently, the Master continued to walk. “Join me if you like.” The Master walked to the edge of a still pond, framed by sycamore trees, their leaves golden orange and about to fall.

“Please sit down,” the Master invited, patting the ground next to him. Looking carefully before sitting, the young man brushed the ground to clear a space for himself. “Now, find a small stone, please,” the Master instructed.

“What?” “A stone. Please find a small stone and throw it in the pond.” Searching around him, the young man grabbed a pebble and threw it as far as he could.

“Tell me what you see,” the Master instructed. Straining his eyes to not miss a single detail, the man looked at the water’s surface. “I see ripples.” “Where did the ripples come from?” “From the pebble, I threw in the pond, Master.” “Please reach your hand into the water and stop the ripples,” the Master asked.

Not understanding, the young man stuck his hand in the water as a ripple neared, only to cause more ripples. The young man was now completely baffled. Where was this going? Had he made a mistake in seeking out the Master? After all, he was not a student, perhaps he could not be helped?

Puzzled, the young man waited. “Were you able to stop the ripples with your hands?” the Master asked. “No, of course not.” “Could you have stopped the ripples, then?” “No, Master. I told you I only caused more ripples.”

“What if you had stopped the pebble from entering the water, to begin with?” The Master smiled such a beautiful smile; the young man could not be upset.

“Next time you are unhappy with your life, catch the stone before it hits the water. Do not spend time trying to undo what you have done. Rather, change what you are going to do before you do it.” The Master looked kindly upon the young man.

“But Master, how will I know what I am going to do before I do it?”

“Take the responsibility for living your own life. If you’re working with a doctor to treat an illness, then ask the doctor to help you understand what caused the illness. Do not just treat the ripples. Keep asking questions.” The young man stopped, his mind reeling.

“But I came to you to ask you for answers. Are you saying that I know the answers?”

“You may not know the answers right now, but if you ask the right questions, then you shall discover the answers.”

“But what are the right questions, Master?” “There are no wrong questions, only unasked ones. We must ask, for without asking, we cannot receive answers. But it is your responsibility to ask. No one else can do that for you.”