HOW GOOD CAN YOU STAND IT? Are you afraid to be all of of you?
Aloha MM’s,
Well, you’ll be pleased to know I'm not sending
this from the public library. I haven’t had to train my Ninja Ginger fur
children Leo Ray Jr. and the horror child Mr. Beaumont to sing and dance on the
pavement, while I rattle a tin cup. This, admittedly is an unlikely scenario—I’d
never get Leo to agree to it. And Mr. Beaumont would spend his whole time giving
me puzzled looks, “Why are we doing this again, Mum?”
And really, that seems to be the whole theme of what’s
going on for me and other metaphysicians right now.
Why are we doing this? Is this REALLY, REALLY, I
mean, REALLY, are you bloody sure, this is REALLY what we want to do? And it’s
about that irritating to do as well as read that last piece, I’m sure. LOL.
It reminds me of the line from Dirty Dancing. “Don’t
put your heel down.” I feel like that at the moment. Like I’m walking across
a tightrope, high above Niagara Falls, the water thundering and exploding
beneath me, while I walk across on the thinnest piano wire possible, doing
the best balancing act in the world.
If this was just happening to me, I’d think I had
some ghastly belief system on board about doing things the hard way. But it’s
happening to other mets. as well.
What we seem to be being asked to do is not only trust
and have enormous amounts of faith, but also be so precise in what we want—it
almost seems life and death. One wrong move ½ a millimeter (yes, we don’t even
get inches on this one) and we plunge over the side into the abyss.
And it’s not the Guides or the Universe being nasty
and mean. It seems to go with a global awareness or awakening that’s going on
for everyone. We’re being asked,
“What do you REALLY want in your soul? Deep
down in the very depths of your being.”
Not the ‘nicey’ stuff, like, “I’d quite like to move
to France once day.”
But the gut wrenching, if you didn’t have this
happen, your life might cease to exist stuff. I know that sounds dramatic, but
this has a particular feel to it. Really do-or-die stuff.
Do you REALLY want that job as a flight attendant or
travel consultant? Or actually…would you soul REALLY want to lead Alpaca tours
across southwest Istanbul, on an all meat, champagne and orange juice culinary
adventure. Ya what?
See, this is what I mean. It’s not piddly ‘easy’
decision stuff. It seems to require great dredging up of the DEEPEST desires
you can possibly have in your soul and doing that.
And here’s the thing: If you don’t do that, the
whole kit and caboodle stops turning, moving and grooving for you. Just stops.
It doesn’t slow down. It stops DEAD.
On Tuesday, you’re powering ahead. By Wednesday
lunchtime, the whole thing’s a dead duck in the water. It reminds me of driving
across in the dead of winter once from Michigan to California. We got caught in
three snow storms and got ‘shut down’ a lot on the highways. We had to come
through from Winslow, AZ through to Kingman. A hundred mile journey took us
five hours…
And every inch of that road had to negotiated. It
was so unpredictable. We stopped, we started. We got out of the truck and
literally skated on ice. The highway patrol had to call the cinder truck out to
get grit down on the road, so we could move. Big trucks were holed up. They had
to roll back onto their chains and pray that when they put the brakes on, they
stopped. We crawled along on the icy snow laden roads. Twenty miles an hour was
about our top speed.
Most of us stayed in the convoy of trucks, slowly
making our way along, hauling Grandma (1st or one of the very low
gears for the big trucks.) Every so often, someone would get fed up with the
whole process and pull out, plowing past us all. We’d then pass him, stopped in the middle of the road. He’d hit what looked like a snow drift and
stopped DEAD. The snow drift had iced in the night and become solid ice. It was
like hitting a concrete wall.
This is what this feels like.
One wrong move and you’re toast. Martha Beck once
likened it to a client she'd had who'd been caught in a thunderstorm on a high ridge
in the dark. He literally had to put one foot in front of the other and TRUST
he was being looked after, to get himself down. One wrong move either way and
he would have plummeted to his death over the edge.
So, why is it being like this? No, it’s not the Guides
idea of extreme exercise or the Hunger Games. Although it certainly feels that
way. Nor are they amusing themselves just to piss us off.
We seem to be being taught to trust, have faith and
above all else—not put our heel down. In other words, no second best, no ‘it’ll
do for now’ choices or ‘this would be a good move, even if not the right one
ultimately’ stuff.
Is this what you REALLY want? One hundred percent,
not an ounce of conflict in your soul. If yes, it’s a go. If no, it’s hit that
concrete snow wall. You’re stopped dead. You can’t settle even slightly. The
energy just won’t take it.
We’re being asked to be every piece of our authentic
soul that we can possibly be.
Do you really want to teach people metaphysics? Well…it
would be okay. NO. That’s out. The classes you have planned, never get a single
person enrolling. Do you really want to write about being a pantser writer
because it might make you a wee bit of money until you get your heart and soul
writing off the ground? It would make me a bit of money you think. Despite the fact
you feel slightly icky and panicky when you write it. NO. That’s out. You think
about moving down the coast for a change of pace. What you really want to do is
move home to Hawai’i. But this would be good in the meantime. NO. That’s out.
NOTHING happens to make that a go.
And on it goes…
I am finding this absolutely infuriating. I only
have to move something ½ a millimeter and the whole energy platform crashes and
burns.
Years ago, when my twin soul Donnie still had his
business, he was going mad with the whole thing. He’d had a million signs he
was in the wrong life, but he kept plowing on. It didn’t matter what he did
with his business, the whole thing just wouldn’t do its thing. And he’d always
been really successful. He said to his mum, “It’s as if I’m supposed to fail.”
In fact, that was exactly what was happening. The Universe did it darnedest to
get him out of a life that no longer worked for him. That wasn’t his heart and
soul. No matter which way he turned, it all fell over. Soul survival—not soul
sabotage.
So there’s two ways you can do this. The easy way or
the very, very, oh my god, are you serious, just shoot me now way.
The hard way is resisting things at every step of
the way. But I’ve been getting these signs for a year! Why the hell would I
change horses now? Because you need to. That’s the short answer. And it’s a
non-answer. I can’t work out whether I’m changing so fast, that the direction
is changing. Or I’m working my way through a ‘culling process.’
When I used to shoot stock photography, you might
start off with say a thousand transparencies. When you put them up on the
projector or light box, the majority of them look good. You cull out a few that
are obviously not right. The light’s wrong, frame’s out, doesn’t feel right,
boring etc.
You’re now down to 853.
You wander off and have a break. You come back and
go through them again. You start comparing similar shots side by side. No, that’s
gone, the angle’s slightly different, or this one intuitively feels better. You’re
now down to 622.
This process keeps going until eventually you might
end up with 50 or so PERFECT shots. Composition, lighting, color, action,
feel—everything is perfect.
And these are the only transparencies you keep in
your portfolio for that shoot.
If you then go back and look at the other
transparencies, you’ll be tempted to put some of them back in, but there was
something minutely ‘off’ about them and you must leave them in the ‘do not use,’
pile.
This is what this is like.
We’re looking for the PERFECT shot for our soul.
No more ‘amateur’ photography piccies. No more, but it’s
‘still fun,’ shots. It is that precise at the moment.
And if you step off that path by a millimeter, you’re
OFF path. The energy stops dead.
So, the feedback you’re getting is also
precise, fast and on. You’ll know within a few days if you’ve wandered again. You
have to adjust back on path. And it seems to go on.
So anything that you don’t want to do, even by a
fraction, it simply doesn’t work.
Things have sped up, gotten more intense. I don’t
know why, but everyone’s feeling it.
So what does my soul want to do? I think…and I say
this guardedly, because I keep thinking I DO know what I bloody well want, only
to keep hitting that ice wall. I think…(stay tuned, on Friday, it will have
changed…or not…please let that be the case!)
I think…I want to go home to Hawai’i
to live and write my romance books that I absolutely love writing. And I have a
man I’ve been in love with for a while that seems like the maddest craziest
thing out there, but well, I want him. He’s lovely.
So…here’s the deal. It sounds very PERFECT.
It would
push me on some levels, but not in an awful way. More in a, you have to be true
to yourself way. You have to authentic. You have to show up. Only do what calls
to you. Forget the obligations. The guilty ‘visits’ to people who you really don’t
need in your life. Forget the conformity. Other people’s opinions, ideas, ways
of living and doing things.
This is it.
Am I willing to be me? All of me?
I know on a gut level, the answer is yes. And some
of the ‘being me’ means that some of the parts of me that are here now, will have
to disappear. Because they’re the obligation/guilt/my ‘public persona’ parts of
me.
I own an extremely large brown leather Bernhardt
couch. I’ve had it for years. When I first got my money, I wanted that couch
with all my being. I was so happy when I bought it. Now I feel like I’m being
disloyal on some level wanting to let it go. But it doesn’t call to me anymore.
Trying to shed these old ‘skins’ of myself is harder than I thought it’d be. I
used to be good at this stuff. I sold three bookcases the other week and again,
I had a slightly hard time with it. But now I don’t miss them. I feel free.
They were brown. I like white bookcases.
And this funny old me/new or the real me/ stuff is
my hardest thing in a way. I keep feeling like I’m popping back and forth
between a portal. And the two sides are so different, it’s not even funny.
I feel like I’m trying to shed an old skin,
wriggling out of it and it grasps me tightly every so often.
I am explaining this all very badly, but it has been
one of the hardest concepts to put into words for me. My old self feels I
should have hung onto the brown bookcases. They were ‘nice’ and ‘wooden’ and ‘matched.’
My other self wants white bookcases. Or black teak. I also love Chinese furniture.
It soothes me.
My old self says I should hang onto the leather
couch. It’s a Bernhardt. It’s leather. It’s big. It’s classy. And all the other
rubbish that self says.
My new self wants my tropical floral wicker couch
that’s been in wrapped in moving paper for three years now. The one with one of
the cushions shredding at a seam. The one with the bright orange trumpet
flowers on it and tropical green leaves on the black background that looks
lovely with my Chinese altar and cabinet. That’s more feminine. But my big cat
Beau won’t be able to drape on it. I will find him a large feather pillow for the
arm.
You see…this is the stuff that is, in a way,
ridiculous.
But the subtleties in this on a very deep level are
what is going on for me.
And if you can follow any of this, you’re doing
jolly well. I’m having a hell of a time explaining this. But it’s almost so
organic, that I can’t put solid form to it.
The truth is: I’m afraid to step into the ME I
really want to be. A much freer, less confined, less ‘grown up’ version of who
I seem to be now.
Despite knowing it’s the ONLY thing my soul is
asking me to do right now.
I feel slightly like that scene in ‘Love Actually’
where Colin Firths character arrives at the door of his relatives for Christmas
and everyone’s excited to see him. Then he says, in a puzzled voice, something like, “Actually…no…I have to go.”
And you see it’s just occurred to him that there is something much bigger he needs
to be doing with his life. They’re
all rather put out. But he’s on a mission. That’s how I feel. I’m on a mission
to find my right life.
“Actually…no…I have to go…”
Are you in the same boat?
Leave a comment please. I’d love to hear about other
people’s soul paths right now. Aloha to the brave metaphysicians out there doing
this walk. I hear you!
Aloha and great care for the emerging tender butterflies that are trying to come out of the cocoons right now. Meg J