The Stuffed Animal Theory

Even before God and Heavenletters™, I had a theory. I knew it as the Stuffed Animal Theory.

We all know how beloved stuffed animals become to children. They become so important, terribly important, as if they were alive.

And even as adults, we may be touched by a stuffed animal or two we see in a store. Made of material, stuffing, buttons for eyes, sewn together with thread by a machine, we love them and feel so close to them. It must be that stuffed animals provide us with an opportunity to love.

If you have read and love A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh and you’re like me, you even love all the stuffed animals in stories. I never liked to turn the last page of Milne’s books, so real and precious were Winnie and Tigger and Eyore and Piglet and Roo and WOL were to me.

Way back I was aware that we endow stuffed animals with characteristics that are ours, or with characteristics that at least strike a chord with what we are. We become attached to our idea of this and that stuffed animal, and they mean something to us. We have pasted our idea onto them.

As adults, we certainly don’t have this as we did as children, and yet we still find a teddy bear huggable.

So even way back before I knew anything, I had this theory about stuffed animals. Now I’m getting to the theory.

Now, from what God says, it seems that this theory has merit. It is true with the people in our lives. The people in our lives are like stuffed animals in that we endow them with characteristics of ourselves. We make up stories. We imagine people. We conceive them in a certain way.

I have such a tender feeling for the people who post on this blog and the forum. In a way, you are like stuffed animals that I adore! I haven’t met most of you, but I know your hearts. According to the stuffed animal theory, I made you up. I know you do exist within my heart and mind, and yet you are also yourselves as well, aren’t you?

When I met Heaven Admin in Romania, he treated me so royally it was like a fairy tale. I don’t remember what I had said to him, but it must have been something very positive. In response, Heaven Admin said something like: “You created me, Senora.”

Wouldn’t I love to believe that I created someone so wonderful, and yet I can’t, I don’t. I can go only so far with the stuffed animal theory. I can’t take it all the way. It certainly seems to me that the people I love earned it, bent over backwards to earn it, and the ones in my life that I have not loved, earned it too, while stuffed animals are entirely what we make of them.

Did we ever come across a stuffed animal that we didn’t like? In life, we come across people that offend us. Even people we read about and never have met hurt our hearts. To the best of my knowledge, no child ever held onto a stuffed animal he didn’t like, if such a stuffed animal ever existed, but it does seem that we do hold onto people in our hearts, people,we don’t like, and then it is called judgment and unforgiveness. We didn’t judge our stuffed animals, we simply loved them.

God says that everyone is ourself. This is really hard to grasp when it’s negativity we see out there. Did I create the despots and sadists as well as the benevolent leaders and the kind people? Am I really responsible for it all?

Yet I remember a quote that says we are responsible for everyone and everything, and I can nod my head Yes at that.

Well, you see where I’m going with this. I’m going nowhere. I cannot possibly envision how we created monsters in the world any more than I can accept that we created the angels.

So what am I saying? I don’t know! Maybe someone can tell me!

Posted by Gloria on August 5th, 2008 under these topics
Purely Personal, Heaven Letters, Godwriting Journal

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Reply from Charles Fines on August 5, 2008

I’m thinking that in some small way as a reflection of God our Creator, we are able to lovingly create a little soul in those stuffed critters and dollies that helps move the Universe closer to where we are all heading. Perhaps some of those little souls end up being carried around by little children on the other side who died too soon as we think of it.

With people it would be more a matter of recognizing what is already there, at least as a seed waiting for the right conditions to sprout and grow. The more we can water that little seed with love, both in ourselves and in others, the closer we get to home. The trick, it would seem, is remembering to do that.

The monsters? I’ve got all I can handle trying to keep the one that lurks outside my door from sneaking in while I’m distracted, quite often distracted by getting upset over monsters I think I’m seeing in others.

I’m not very good at dealing with monsters. When I was a boy I was walking home barefoot and alone on a dirt road as it was getting dark. Suddenly I heard a noise as of heavy breathing, something like a large dog or even worse might make if it was following me.

I stopped, and so did the noise. I walked faster and the breathing quickened, faster and faster until I broke into a panicked run for home, the rasping breaths getting louder and closer the faster I ran.

About the time I made it to the top of the hill it occurred to me that the breaths were timed exactly with each step I took. Then it occurred to me that I was wearing a brand new pair of jeans which in those days were very stiff when they were new. The monster breathing down my neck was my pant legs rubbing against each other.

At least I was spared the humiliation of bursting into my home wide-eyed and gasping for breath, trying to explain to my startled family how I had narrowly escaped being eaten alive. My monsters have gotten much more sophisticated since then.

Reply from Gloria on August 6, 2008

Is there anyone who hasn’t had the same experience Charles tells us about so exquisitely?

Well, God does tell us that our lives are fiction!

Reply from Marko on August 8, 2008

Technicolour holographic digitally enhanced greetings!

I think that if it helps us to see people naked or in their underwear when we give a talk in public, well…..

Maybe we need to see our enemies (if we have any) and the World, or just people that rub us the wrong way, to practice seeing them as a beautiful favorite stuffed animal/s.

Thus, we may project more Loving, Imaginative energies more easily, in seeing others as, or like stuffed animals.

Reply from Pam (fortheloveofGodde) on August 8, 2008

I like that Marko! I used to do something similar–or my brain did. Some people just struck me as characters. I’ve worked with many Eeyores, a Cowardly Lion (the man looked JUST LIKE HIM, I swear!), a Tigger or two, a Red Queen (OFF WITH HER HEAD–she was scary), Wise Owl, a few wicked witches (and oh, it was bad when their brooms ran out of gas) and a Glinda or two as well.

Reply from One on August 8, 2008

Monsters are really part of the fun. So too is fear. What’s the point of having monsters if they aren’t scary. Imagine how flat the plot would be if there was no bad guy or no monsters!

I’ve played the part of both bad guy and monster.

That experience Charles, was a gem! The exhilaration.

This life is a play of concepts on fragments of light shining from the very same source..the One.

I am the light. What is there to fear? Let fear be.

Reply from Gloria on August 8, 2008

Oh, to welcome even fear!

I trust in everything you say, but I do not believe that you were ever a monster. It cannot be.

Reply from Jochen on August 9, 2008

For some reason I have all but overlooked this thread. Señora, I’m not going to try to tell you what you are saying; you were quite clear. The only thing I’d like to add is that responsibility seems to always be for ourselves because there simply are no others, just 6.7 billion bits, or perspectives, of the One Experience. We don’t “create the despots and sadists as well as the benevolent leaders and the kind people” — we are them. Echoes, mirror images. The play, as One calls it, and the possible fun come from the fact that most of those seeming bits haven’t yet remembered much of what they truly are. When they at least begin to remember that “I am the light”, even the scary parts of the play can be fun. But if the don’t or if they doubt it, fear can seem very real and awful beyond description.

What a lovely conversation!

Reply from Pam (fortheloveofGodde) on August 11, 2008

How beautifully put, Jochen. You quoted, “We don’t ‘create the despots and sadists as well as the benevolent leaders and the kind people’ — we are them.

There is a Huna or Hawaiian healing technique called H’oponopono (spelling could be wrong) that exactly addresses this. The whole basis is to recognize this in yourself, then forgive and heal it by saying “I’m sorry, I love you, I forgive you.” With that statement you are forgiving whatever is in YOURSELF that is irritated or angry about something someone else has seemingly done to you (the mirror or reflection).

So our monsters are our fears that we are capable of these horrible things. Did I grow up to be the witch that lived under my bed when I was a child? Well, yes, I did, for a time.

Our childhood traumas and conditioning leaves our souls bruised and battered, and for some so damaged they deny having a soul. The monsters among us. Yes, we are one. Yes, any single one of us could be that monster if our soul was battered nearly beyond recognition.

Like Jochen says, we are the echoes, the mirror or reflection. It is our deepest fear to admit that given the right (wrong) circumstances, we could be them — that we ARE them. We soothe our own souls by forgiving ourselves, loving ourselvs, healing that bit of ourselves helps heal that bit of EVERYONE.

I believe that as we all grow and evolve, the burden is lifted from others so they CAN begin to remember “I am the light” …

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