When we accept the Call to Adventure, we must be ready to confront Demons and Monsters, to undergo training, to share with our Hero Partners. We must be ready to be strong, to fight, to dare, to have faith, to let go of control, to live in the not-knowing, to accept our divinity and take responsibility for our creations, and to be childlike too, among other things. It seems thrilling, as a list; probably even a bit underwhelming - we can do that and more, for sure!
Yeah, right??
Thankfully, among our creations there are Magical Helpers. As Campbell presents them, in stories they tend to be peculiar beings, faeryfolk and the like. In our mundane lives, however, they are rarely leprechauns, wand-waving godmothers or talking objects. Or they are, but rather than extraordinary, they are of the 'blink and you miss it' kind - a person waiting for a bus, a book that happens to be in the wrong slot at the library, a video a friend posted on FB and you've missed till that particular time.
Magical Helpers may recur in our lives (friends, books we reread, places we love visiting) or be like shooting stars: beautiful, a gift to behold, unexpectd, brief and never to return. I must personally confess to a predilection, despite much love for the former, for the second type. It might be the thrill of realising that, if you are not alert to what you need, you might indeed miss these generous messengers. Their very ephemerity is as much a magical help as they are to keep myself alert to what I am creating, to where in my Adventure I am, to what I am confronting.
I might be sometimes weak, lost, angry, or feel anything but divine. And then, the MHs will invariably appear...
Yeah, right!!
In our Journeys we focus on our own progress, on our magic, on our steps forward. We also pay attention to our HPs, make sure we support each other. So, today, I would love for us to also celebrate the wonder our MHs, unsung co-heroes, sparks of Blessings.
Wednesday 24 October 2012
Saturday 13 October 2012
Where's my focus?
OK, I admit it: I've been faffing about with my focus. I could claim to being the victim of circumstances, but who am I kidding? All of you know as well as I do that we are the creators of everything in our lives, even the nasty circumstances that so frustrate us.
So, if that's the case, where's my focus?
I guess my focus is up its own backside, for it keeps bringing up all kinds of dark smelly stuff I'd rather not have to deal with. I seem to have rammed it so deeply in, it is finding it difficult to crawl back out, head last. And I feel like banging my own head against the wall at my own stupidity. All right, maybe not stupidity... Let's call it 'Overempowering of Identity'.
The 'funny' part is that I am very much aware that this all simply comes to prove how powerful a creator I really am! Honestly, if I can create such a brutally overwhelming reality, where even details collude to create a similar result, I must accept to truly being a Goddess/Creator/Magician/ whatever you want to call it. Think of it: if I can create that from my weaker self (i.e. the unreal Beliefs and Identity construct), my Great self must be awesome! Imagine what I can create! I mean, it has created this powerful creating Identity, to begin with.
Enter the headfuck: If this is the reality I am creating, it obviously comes from my Identity. But I am aware of it, and don't like it. So why oh why am I perpetuating my own weakness........!!?!?! Why is that still my focus, by the looks of it..............?!?!?!?!
(If you hear noise, it's just my head finally banging the wall. Ignore it.)
Of course, every so often I manage to draw in a breath, to look around a bit more calmly. It is then that I see the blossoms of my Greatness' focus, and I cherish, acknowledge and celebrate them. It is then I remember to dance, I remember to sing, I remember to write it down, to sign on it.
What I'd love is to have a constant focus on my focus, to help it along. To keep what I love at the fore, so I can create it.
Ideas?
So, if that's the case, where's my focus?
I guess my focus is up its own backside, for it keeps bringing up all kinds of dark smelly stuff I'd rather not have to deal with. I seem to have rammed it so deeply in, it is finding it difficult to crawl back out, head last. And I feel like banging my own head against the wall at my own stupidity. All right, maybe not stupidity... Let's call it 'Overempowering of Identity'.
The 'funny' part is that I am very much aware that this all simply comes to prove how powerful a creator I really am! Honestly, if I can create such a brutally overwhelming reality, where even details collude to create a similar result, I must accept to truly being a Goddess/Creator/Magician/ whatever you want to call it. Think of it: if I can create that from my weaker self (i.e. the unreal Beliefs and Identity construct), my Great self must be awesome! Imagine what I can create! I mean, it has created this powerful creating Identity, to begin with.
Enter the headfuck: If this is the reality I am creating, it obviously comes from my Identity. But I am aware of it, and don't like it. So why oh why am I perpetuating my own weakness........!!?!?! Why is that still my focus, by the looks of it..............?!?!?!?!
(If you hear noise, it's just my head finally banging the wall. Ignore it.)
Of course, every so often I manage to draw in a breath, to look around a bit more calmly. It is then that I see the blossoms of my Greatness' focus, and I cherish, acknowledge and celebrate them. It is then I remember to dance, I remember to sing, I remember to write it down, to sign on it.
What I'd love is to have a constant focus on my focus, to help it along. To keep what I love at the fore, so I can create it.
Ideas?
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