The Iron Door of Confusion

Between the layers

lies a collective confusion

about why we’re stuck

in a place where we know

to go

up or down.

Behind the iron door

in a space where there is no place

for joy or terror

in a place where we know

we should go

up or down.

Where the walls replaced

the once brilliant views

where there were no walls

there are now caverns of confusion

in a place where we know

to go up or down.

We move, we follow,

we express our sorrow.

But what do we do?

We pry open the iron door where we know

to go

up or down.

Laughter subsides

and we all arise

awakened to the choices

awakened by the voices

of the childrenĀ  playing

and the trees are swaying

away from the collusion

and much confusion

form the place where we know

to go

neither up nor down.

— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers


Patience is Power

LilyTiger Creative Story about the Solar Plexus Chakra

This is a story of the Element Light/Fire. The characters in this story are Akimitsu, (Powerful Tiger Woman), Xela (Truth Seeking Teacher), Ima (Loving Singer), the people of the Village Onu and the Visitors from a distant village. The time is set in a simpler time.

Element: Light/Fire

Energy Center location: Core/Solar Plexus

Color: Yellow

Animal: Tiger

Sense of Power, purpose, energy to act, confidence and strength


Akimitsu is standing in the meeting hall of the Onu Village. In front of her sit a group of visitors from a distant village. They’ve come with a story which they have been spreading from village to village. The room feels cold even with the sun shining through the windows. A group of four men, dressed casually, sit very straight and confident.

Akimitsu listens to their story and then responds “This Village and the people of Onu are right! The way we work together to bring each other up in celebration is good. What you propose is NOT what we want here!” She has listened to them talk of a destructive force moving through the land. And in their opinion it would be best to change the way people work together by placing one or two people in charge of all decisions.

Akimitsu in a calm but strong voice says, “We feel safe, we celebrate, we harvest and we teach one another.” She takes a deep breath. “What more do we need? Look around you! This place was created by a good group of people.”

The tallest man speaks in a low voice with clarity and sly a smile, “Oh, but you can have more of everything. Plus we remind you the great destruction is coming.” He looks at the other men, winking. “You need more supplies, you need to make weapons, you need to build stronger walls. And you need to put one of us in charge of all this, for we know how to do it all.”

Akimitsu looks at them, eyes wide. She breathes again, staying calm. But she holds up her hand, saying, “Who says this? It does not seem right to me. Every day I walk this earth with Azafum and all we see is an abundance of what we need. Again, I say we are fine without your suggestions.” They banter back and forth for a while about the details of the proposal. But Akimitsu stands her ground firmly.

The shorter, heavy-set man speaks up after the four men whisper to each other. “Ok, we will take back our offer to help the village. But can we at least give the children a few games to play and make a donation of supplies to the school?” Akimitsu feels uncomfortable with this proposal, saying they will have to get everything approved by Xela, the village teacher.

The four men meet with Xela later that same day. Xela and Ima are busy working on setting up for the school play. They have costumes to make, props to paint and musical instruments to gather. Distracted, Xela welcomes the extra help, offered by the visitors. So he tells the men that they can bring the games, books and supplies in the next day and work only with the older students under his supervision.

The next day, Xela finds the men working with the older students. They are showing them the games. Xela listens to the stories. The men are telling the teens the story of the great destruction to come. And they say that the games are created to help protect the village. Xela doesn’t feel good about this. With concern, he talks with the parents. The parents share the same feeling, something tells them that the games and books are bad.

Akimitsu and Xela meet that evening. She says to him, “I’ve come up with a plan. Do not worry. My walks with Azafum have been very enlightening.” She takes a bite of the dinner and gives a piece of bread to Azafum who sits at attention next to her at the round table. The days are long now that it is summer, and she has been taking long walks with Azafum every day. “I watch how Azafum listens, how he sees things before I am aware of them. And I also noticed he is very patient.” She looks at him and pats him on the chest. “Just like he is doing now, patiently waiting for a treat. He waits for the right time to get the food he needs. He knows, he always knows things work out.”

Xela laughs, “Oh, the dog is pretty smart, but do you really think we should let him dictate what to do with the four guys who have invaded my classroom the past few days? I don’t like the games and stories they’ve been telling the children.”

Akimitsu stands up, “Trust me. Just wait. See what happens.” She brings her dishes to the counter and then motions to Azufum to come with her as she walks out. “I will see you later. Have a good evening and rest well.” Xela looks at her, a bit irritated, sighing with frustration. “Ok, I’ll wait, but not long. It’s my job to guide the children to the truth and not listen to the words of people I do not trust.”

A few days go by. Everyone is busy tending to their daily chores and enjoying the summer days. And then it happens. Just what Akimitsu was hoping for. The games created by the four men and the supplies they have given the students start to fall apart. Little by little they crumble. he pages of the books given to the students all lose their pages. And then the men all come down with an illness which forces them stay in their separate beds all day long. It could have been something they ate, they brought their own food. T

The older children lose interest. They are much more interested in preparing for the school play. A couple of days later the men return to the school after they feel a bit better. They call out to Xela who is teaching a new skill to a group of young children. Xela looks up and nods, and then motions the men to the furthest corner of the classroom.

There in the corner, the men find all of their games, books and supplies in a pile. Everything has fallen apart. The tall visitor says to Xela, “What happened?” Xela replies. “Well, it seems that everything fell apart. The quality of the materials is very poor. Plus the children just are not interested.” He shrugs, an turns his focus back to the children. The four visitors gather up the junk pile. The tall visitor says, “We’ll take this away and look into what happened.”

The visitors walk outside, encountering Akimitsu who has just returned from her dailiy walk with her dog, Azufum. “Hello. How is everything going?” She says to the men. They look at her, still puzzled by what they saw in the classroom. The short man says, “We’ve decided to go back home and report the games and books are of no use. They’ve fallen apart. I’m not sure why…” Akimitsu smiles a knowing smile, “Well, I guess the doom, gloom and destruction you predicted was self created. You predicted your own demise.” She coughs. “I am referring to the demise of the games of course.”

The visitors leave the village, talking quietly and walking with less confidence than when they first came to visit. Akimitsu andĀ  a group of villagers meet the men with bags of food and drinks at the gate on their way out. “Here take some food prepared by our village. We have plenty of what we need.” She hands them the bags. They thank her, looking a bit confused but grateful. They walk down the road. Akitmitsu turns to Azufum, the dog, and says, “We have plenty here, don’t we?” Azufum nudges the side of Akimitsu’s leg and prances in a circle. His front paws rise up and then his back paws like a rocking horse. She pats him and says, “And we sure don’t need them or their stories of destruction.”


To be continued . . .


Stand up for what you believe in with a strength of will. Be patient. Let go of what is no longer needed and trust everything will work out.

Thank for reading this story.