FUN WITH FABLES

By VICTORIA FABLING

FUN with FABLES will restore your sense of wonder and belief in your magical capabilities. Most of the fables 'down-loaded' themselves when I was open to following clues. I give you full permission to free your mind and enjoy the spiritual insights which may come to you when you regard this book as a friend, to be opened for encouragement a

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Regency Publishers, US
• Release date: Apr 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781957724423

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Author’s Note

This is a short biography because if you would really like to know more about my gifts, including Spiritual Healing. I have a website which is www.victoriafabling.com from which I run my holistic healing business. I sell my books from this site too. Alternatively, you could find me on Facebook under my name plus Fun with Fables (a secondary folder.) I have been writing and publishing my work since I was eight years old. My first book is called Woodland Friends and is about the adventures of animals who dwell in the nearby wood. I illustrated this book and used my first cartridge pen, and updated it so that people who would prefer to read the typed letters could do so easily. Reading and being read to are high on my list of favourite things, and I consider myself very fortunate to have Fabling as my last name. I find words and ideas come to me asking to be expressed, and I usually agree for it is interesting to see what I will learn when the words formulate themselves in story form.

Fabling is a verb meaning to tell parables, and includes inanimate objects as well as animals, birds, stones, etc. as central characters. Sometimes I have a human central character, yet I find that the magical quality of a message to inspire readers (and myself) comes to the page by allowing volunteering characters to present themselves. So far, through many decades of writing, they continue to surprise and educate me on the subtler levels of living in harmony with nature and the Divine. My characters taught me Speaking Universal, and you can purchase this book separately from anywhere which sells books, including my webpage.

I hail from Yorkshire in England, so my words and topics often call on the rich tapestry of English country life. William Wordsworth was one of my teachers, and through studying his poetry I realised that, just like him, I am a pantheist. I use that word to show that sometimes a label can explain a way of life. Other labels fit me as well, yet mostly I am out-of-the-box and I allow myself to express the message which knocks on my door.

I like writing up people’s memoirs. Horse Sense is an example of a memoir; I felt that the hearing and re-telling of this particular story enriched my understanding of life 100 years ago.

Do feel free to contact me if you would like to share your stories and if you feel a kinship with me. We may well be travelling on the same path for a week, a year, or eternity and that sort of intimacy is a beautiful experience. I encourage you, my readership, to sail your metaphorical oceans, while also keeping ‘right company,’ and allowing your imagination to have a seat at the captain’s table.

How to read this book

Fun with Fables is an inspirational, family book, one to be read aloud, even to yourself and the dog. To make it easy to read aloud I have emboldened words for emphasis. Other authors tend to use italics, yet if a word is only three letters long, such as too, the difference in print is too subtle.

I have used British English, and have asked the publisher to maintain this because my readership will include those whose childhood was similar to my own; who will recognise and enjoy words that are quintessentially English.

One of my fables, Missing Piece, is about allowing a different culture to help me blossom, and I am old enough to acknowledge that we learn through imitation. I recommend travel and trying new ways of life, and even reading about them can inspire a different train of thought or perception.

My stories are inclusive, metaphysical and meant to be fun, hence the title. I explore meaningful topics and this is also my gift to you, my readership, because I used to yearn for an in-depth conversation. I was so thrilled to find William Wordsworth’s works as a teenager, and his quote, The child is the father of the man. I say, Cheers to that! because I remember coming from Paradise, and I recognise the innate wisdom which comes from the mouths of babes. My first words were, you reckon?

This book has a pure intent, and magical underlay so if you open it at random and read a story to your loved one(s), your choice will be just right.

I wish you all good things, and for silver linings to be obvious when the path you are taking seems hard.

All the best,

Victoria Fabling

www.victoriafabling.com

Abundance

This is really the only thing I can focus on right now. Christmas is in the air, and I see only too clearly what I think is ‘organised chaos’ regarding who is more deserving.

Last week I saw and heard two quite different scenarios within minutes of each other:

A young woman was singing Away in a Manger very loudly outside the Bank of Montreal. Three policemen came to reprimand her and move her on for being a public nuisance. Prior to the police arriving, I saw a lady putting a dollar in Monica’s bag.

I then went to a nearby mall for groceries and passed a Salvation Army volunteer soliciting for money by rattling something loud and discordant. I saw a lady putting $20 in that container.

Was the woman singing any less deserving – of course not! Monica was adding some light and joy to downtown Kelowna and conducted herself very politely and positively with the police. The nameless volunteer just shoved the rattle and container in front of me. I wanted to ask if I could take money out so I didn’t have to rely on friends’ charity.

Moving along I want to share a slightly different slant on how to generate abundance. I got this information from Mary A. Hall who you can find on the internet - she also practises healing and EFT.

Abundance is connecting within to who you really are, part of Source, and in the connection is flow.

A full, joyful life is actually a choice. Our brains are wired for negativity – a residue of the survival instinct.

Make the choice to refuse this fight or flight in favour of imagination and fantasy … choose to create the ideal world for ourselves.

Abundance is restoring the self-worth, I am safe foundation, not laying the foundation - it was already there. We are all part of the Source.

The second layer is Life is Good – embrace this fact.

The third layer is the knowing (better than trust as trust is an opinion whereas knowing just is that good things are coming our way once the first two foundation pieces/principles are in place.

Then – we get to watch the abundance show up.

I am envisioning this for all of you, Monica, and myself.

Always behave like a duck

(Keep calm and unruffled on the surface but paddle like heck underneath)

I have a picture with this caption and live in a park in which ducks rule. Ducks take precedence over cars, and traffic calming humps have been installed for their safety. Children get to benefit too, but originally this park attracted adults, deer, ducks and quail. Sometimes I wish my actual home was bigger and more stylish, but the compensation comes in what the ducks are modelling for me, and this I share.

Ducks know how to do relationships. They have wonderful manners, and they mate for life. Sometimes a mate dies and, when this happens, a husband and wife duck will invite a widow or widower to hang out with them. This is not kinky – it is generous, and based on the higher sort of love to which humans could aspire. They also watch each other’s back – one duck will act as a protector while the other(s) get to relax, and then roles are reversed so that each duck gets to experience full participation in the caring for others.

They are clean, and house-proud. They have figured out that there is a joy in effort. They could live around garbage, their own and the trash left by humans, but they won’t. Instead, they choose to maintain a litter-free zone, and a comfortable nest. Humans could choose to do this too. A hundred years ago, women would sweep the porch everyday – an act that was symbolic and spiritual as much as it was practical. Now, households have ‘Swiffer’ dusters on sticks which get used once a week; little or no thought tends to be given to banishing ‘bad company’- the energy emanated from the TV, especially horror/news programs, and whining friends who may visit or phone to dump their garbage.

Ducks keep ‘right company.’ This is a good reminder for us to do likewise. Our time on this Earth is precious, so why would we want to pollute our sanctuary with unhelpful vibes? If we have inadvertently done so – let’s vanquish it and transform our home into a place of harmony once again.

I imagine a gentleman duck feeling the need to join his pals at the Creekside Pub, and letting his wife know he will be back in an hour. He stashes a bottle of stout under his wing which he will then drink it at home while they have a date together. She appreciates this and lets him know that he is her best friend. As a child, I was told that my maternal grandfather, Jock, used to walk to the pub in the evenings and bring back a pint in a pewter mug. This paints a picture of him being a gentleman in every respect and reminds me to be openly appreciative when I do, indeed, spot humans behaving like ducks.

An Idiot Abroad meets a Shaman

Here, amongst British ex-pats, humour is doled out liberally, whatever the situation.

Last week I had a heart issue, the doctor called it a ‘blocked branch.’ One of my friends suggested I follow the advice that a Chinese shaman gave An Idiot Abroad whose heart started causing him grief. Ricky Gervais is travelling the world for his TV show called An Idiot Abroad, so he can’t afford to die halfway round!

The shaman told him to write out three things about which he felt guilt; with emphasis on the word ‘felt,’ because we decide whether or not to feel something. Ricky was to write a separate thing on each of the three pieces of paper, then bury one in the earth on a mountain top, the other in water, and let flames consume the third. Ricky did this exercise and then reported in his TV show to feeling much better. My friend’s husband also reported feeling better, so I tried it on Saturday afternoon.

I had a feeling of guilt about myself, a fire sign, so I burnt that piece of paper on which I’d written ‘guilt.’ I looked around for a sign of some kind – and a bird jumped into the bush beside me making as much noise as it could and rustling the branches. My two remaining bits of paper involved our mother and my sister, one an earth sign and one – water. My nearest mountain top clearly marked Summit, is on the way to Port Alberni. I drove there, enjoying the sight of carved pumpkins, gathered in clumps on either side of the road. Having parked, I walked up a logging track, and asked my mother where she’d like me to bury this message - At the foot of the orange and yellow leafed tree looking at the view from the summit. As I was placing the note, another bird came to swing in a branch of this brightly coloured tree. I recognised a ‘play’ on the supposed seriousness of the term ‘blocked branch. To a bird, there is no such thing. I then drove back to the beach where I let my final note float, whereupon two seagulls circled me three times.

I felt better having done something with my feelings, and the birds’ support was also healing for me. I wanted to celebrate on Sunday 11/11, but the general mood around me was heavy – too bad – remembrance needn’t be heavy and sad! Today, I attempted to share humour again. People walk around a bucket in the middle of the sidewalk in Qualicum Beach. Inside the bucket is green soapy water and, what appears to be, a stick. A couple of weeks ago a truck drove into the side of the toy store, narrowly avoiding ‘kicking the bucket.’ No one was harmed because the owner had acted on his intuition to leave his desk and go next door. Today I got someone to take a picture of giant bubbles I blew through the wand part of the stick. I imagined the rainbows in the bubbles transmuting any residual cares into beauty, as I wished my friends a happy Monday.

Are you going somewhere?

Tim motored up to the sidewalk table where I was sitting, slowly transferring the froth from my cappuccino onto a spoon, then sipping it. I knew what he meant; it was a question that could be answered from many perspectives. I chose the simplest, most obvious. Sure, I’m enjoying this coffee then I’m taking Pippy for a walk. Pippy, a gorgeous labradoodle, gazed and blinked in appreciation for we’d be headed for that walk within seconds now.

She had to wait a little longer because Tim continued I mean you’re all dressed up as if you are going somewhere, to which I replied, I wouldn’t feel comfortable unless I presented myself nicely and it helps me have a good day. Tim stroked his long whiskers, perhaps out of self-consciousness? During the subsequent days which turned into weeks, I gently teased him about his own admission of looking like a Mountain Man. We had another short conversation about why I spoke formally, and why it didn’t necessarily follow that well-spoken people were rich … and how even people who are no longer moneyed can still live a rich, elegant life.

Just before Christmas, at the same coffee shop, I overheard a conversation about manifestation. Christine was bubbling with excitement. She had manifested her ideal man, and completely changed her life. Last summer we had planned to go up north on an adventure but it never happened. Since then, she’d ignored dream sequences of coffins and finally gone through with a heart operation she’d been postponing. Now, it was obvious that her whole world had improved dramatically on every level. By way of contrast, I then heard about Tim’s story, someone who, like Christine, had created for himself a different type of life. What I overheard went something like this. Tim said out loud in the shower one morning, with feeling, that he didn’t want to be a slave to a job, didn’t want to work for money anymore. And – that very day - he accepted a car accident into his life which left him paralysed and therefore eligible for a disability allowance; moreover, despite the pain, he wouldn’t change a thing.

I had a silent aha moment because as an eavesdropper I hadn’t been officially told who He was. The aha moment referred me back to Tim’s, Are you going somewhere? query/reflection on whether he, too, could change his mind and go somewhere. Yes, I am going somewhere – I see every day as an adventure. Participating in soul stories in or outside the coffee shop is very stimulating for me. I was thrilled to see Christine shining with joy and vitality. I do hope Tim decides Yes, I am going somewhere too! He’s shaved off his long whiskers … seems to me to be a great start!

The Art of Giving

Third world countries are wonderful places in which to learn the art of giving, which is really another way of expressing the art of living.