I do not want to tell you how much time I spent listening to videos about Nostradamus and the promptly reading articles debunking Nostradamus. The world seems to be in upheaval with wars and rumours of wars. My friends told me about weird natural phenomenom such as earthquakes that had never happened before where they live. We both also agreed that we did not want to feed the energy of doom and destruction. It is challenging to find the balance between facing hard truths while not falling into the chasm of despair. Despite how real it feels, our world is a construct. We have all agreed to a global imagination of what has value and worth. Douglas Adams wrote, "Since we decided a few weeks ago to adopt the leaf as legal tender, we have, of course, all beommend immensely rich. 'So in order to obviate this problem,' he continued, 'and effectively revalue the leaf, we are about to embark on a massive defoliation campaign, and ... ... er, burn down all the forests." Fires and destruction do serve a purpose. They are disruptive in the moment, yet clear out the dead underbrush so that new plants can flourish.
I hate change and put off the controlled burns for as long as possible. This means that clearing out the old becomes more difficult and disruptive when the flames are lit. As a recovering workaholic, I know that being busy can be a welcome distraction. My body tries to tell me things all the time. "Hey! We are tired. We are thirsty. We have not seen the sunlight." I don't think it actually knows what it wants since it still wakes up at stupid o'clock despite how tired it claims to be. When are we supposed to push through and when should we listen and rest? Probably before the flames burn everything down. Are you tripping on the overgrowth of your someday list? I do not remember where I heard it, but someone was talking about discomfort as a necessity. The example that stuck out was about camping. I went camping recently and enjoyed it. There is quite a bit of prep work and packing to ensure you have a good experience. In trying to avoid discomfort, I am missing out on new adventures. It will not be fun, but I need to clear out quite a bit of underbrush and burn away the old things that no longer serve me. What will happen if a spark hits your life?
"Physician, heal thyself." Luke 4:23. As a parent, I've learned that children are mirrors. I always tell them that the only thing I expect is for them to do their best. Yet they see that I hold myself to a ridiculous standard and try and emulate that themselves. Kids do what you do, not what you say. I tell them to be kind to themselves and tout the importance of rest. It is so much easier to be objective when it is not your life. I am cold hard efficiency in every other arena but my own. When I went to see my doctor last year for my check up, she told me that she is going to tell me what I told her. It was a hard truth and I have yet to take my own advice. Everything does not have to be all or nothing. Water flows gently and yet it can whittle down mountains to pebbles. Weeding the underbrush of my life will take time and it is not fun. Yet, weeding allows me to select what I can to remove and leaves the plants intact. If I just set fire to my life, I also lose the healthy plants.
Yesterday, I lay in bed for what seemed like forever, waiting until I had figured out my intention for the day. Once I knew what I wanted to do, I got up and everything flowed easily. Yes, it is hard to hear what your body wants to tell you if it is fighting against the constant stream of distractions and to dos. Everything goes out the window if your house is on fire. What if I only had twenty-four hours to live? Honestly, I am not sure I would be able to enjoy it. All the things I've been meaning to do would probably take up most of my remaining thoughts. In the movies people hug their kids and go on incredible journeys when they think they are going to die. In real life we think about the aftermath. Will they know where to find the necessary paperwork? Are my affairs in order? I don't know about you, but I am making some time to rip off the bandaid. If I start now, I will not have to worry when the fires come. Namaste
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Podcast Transcript:
Welcome to the Things To Think About Podcast where we use fables and fairy tales to come to deeper truths about our subconscious world. I’m Stacy Casson and today’s tale is about ripping off emotional bandaids. We will explore this topic in a tale I call, Yes, Beeble It Hurts. And now, get comfortable and relax. Take a Deep Breathe in and exhale. A Deep Breath in, and exhale. Deep breath in and exhale. And if you'd like, you can slowly...close...your eyes.
“Is it going to hurt them?” Beeble was very worried about the beautiful figure encased in a glass bubble. Incandescent light shimmered around its graceful form and tiny fireflies flitted around it. It was so peaceful and composed. A warm light emanated from the glass casting beautiful shifting shadows on the walls. The guards had their ornately carved spears ready to strike. “Do we really have to break it Maytrah? They look so peaceful in there.” Maytrah sadly shook all three of her heads. “They have been in there far too long. They are becoming frozen in time. Believe it or not, their light is dimming.” Beeble was astonished. He enjoyed basking in the light and studying the beautiful creature. He imagined that they spoke to him from their deep trance. Whenever he was in their presence, he always left feeling better. Hmmm, come to think of it, he did remember the light being stronger.
In another dimension the Ancient One also gazed on a glowing sphere. Reunited with its trusted familiar, it longed to join the light. In this world, Thane was magnificent. It had been able to take on its true form no longer shackled in that other world with the fragile and petty beings. Its warmth was a comforting sensation against the Ancient One’s legs. He looked about the softly glowing sphere remembering past lives. Once he was young but always told her that he was an old man. The irony was not lost. They are going to free her. I wonder if she will remember our time. The ice had taken hold of her heart and she was forgetting who she was. She had entered the chamber and poured her lifeforce into providing for others. She burned brightly as if trying to burn away all the feelings and lost herself in the work. Many had come to help but she proudly declined claiming it was all under control. Yes, the light burned brightly but it was so cold.
“Now!” Maytrah gave the command and they struck. The glass shattered into pieces and the energy threw them back. It was powerful, wild and unfocused and so raw. Beeble had not realized that the graceful streamers in the bubble were strips of rags. It had been stopped caring about its wellbeing, only concerned with producing the light. It howled with rage at those who dared to attack its carefully ordered world. It ran from corner to corner as if the very hounds of hell were on its tail. The sound was awful and Beeble was unsure it was meant to be heard. It was keening and kept trying to piece together the glass ball despite the cuts. “Come child,” Maytrah softly chided and held the fragile creature in a firm embrace. “That world is gone. You cannot go back. You have to move forward.” The newly freed creature did not hear a word seeing with blind eyes.
Beeble brought a plate of food. The creature looked tired, but the awful sobbing had stilled. It was clean and sat in a chair staring out into Triune’s foggy sea. “I brought you some food,” Beeble said shyly. “Thank you,” it croaked and continued go stare at the distance. “Please,” Beeble begged, “you must eat something. We need you.” “You had me. I was fine. Did I not deliver what was promised?” it murmured. “That place was killing you,” Beeble softly replied feeling guilty for the light it had enjoyed along with everyone else. The creature shivered and huddled into the blankets. The light still glowed, but Beeble would see it was barely a flicker. “He no longer comes,” they said quietly. “You all broke in and took everything.” “We gave you back to yourself,” Maytrah said firmly. “I know you are not yet seeing clearly because everything is still raw, but I promise, if you allow it, you will heal.” The creature stiffened and continued to stare out into the moonlight. “Leave me.” The door closed and it was alone. It took a deep breath and concentrated on the space between its hands. The spark grew brighter and it relaxed into the glow. Somewhere Thane howled and the Ancient One patted its fur in the dark.
That ends our story for today. Are your emotions festering under a bandaid of busyness? What will happen if you remove the bandaid? And now, you can take a deep breath in and exhale. A deep breath in and exhale. Deep breath in, and exhale. And when you're ready, wiggle your toes, wiggle your fingers and slowly open your eyes.
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