Chapter 17: Telling Tales to Reach the Unconscious: Stories, Fables, and Metaphors 275
On her marriage night, she entertained the king with a tale that hung in the
air unfinished at dawn. The king’s curiosity got the better of him awaiting the
completion of the tale and he spared her life – again and again and again – as
the thousand and one tales unfolded. And he broke the habit of killing his
new brides!
You too can build story loops into your storytelling skill set. This advanced
device can help with the stories you tell, whether in a presentation, training,
or social setting.
You begin one story and then before you complete it, you say ‘ah that
reminds me of.. .’, or ‘have I told you the one about.. .’. The stories hang
in the air, incomplete; people are left uncertain, wondering what happened
and how the story’s going to end. This technique enables you to keep the
audience’s attention and concentration as they try to create order out of the
confusion. You can build story loops naturally as you wander from subject
to subject. Be sure to close the stories off eventually, however, or you simply
end up annoying your audience.
And finally, sit back, relax, and enjoy another
story from the Sufi tradition
There was once a small boy who banged a
drum all day and loved every moment of it.
He wouldn’t be quiet, no matter what anyone
else said or did. Various people who called
themselves Sufis, and other well-wishers,
were called in by neighbours and asked to do
something about the child.
The first so-called Sufi told the boy that he
would, if he continued to make so much noise,
perforate his eardrums; this reasoning was
too advanced for the child, who was neither a
scientist nor a scholar. The second told him that
drum-beating was a sacred activity and should
be carried out only on special occasions. The
third offered the neighbours plugs for their ears;
the fourth gave the boy a book; the fifth gave
the neighbours books that described a method
of controlling anger through biofeedback; the
sixth gave the boy meditation exercises to make
him placid and explained that all reality was
imagination. Like all placebos, each of these
remedies worked for a short while, but none
worked for very long.
Eventually, a real Sufi came along. He looked
at the situation, handed the boy a hammer and
chisel, and said, ‘I wonder what’s inside the
drum?’