I was so glad when October arrived.
September really kicked my ass. This “9” month in this “9” year really lived up to the archetype; endings and consciousness.
I can intuitively sense when something is looming on the horizon or I may begin to notice signs or clues. I can’t always pinpoint exactly how my life is going to be affected but I know something is about to surface. There have been uneventful Septembers. There have been Septembers when I have uncovered life changing information that brought some type of conclusion or ending. The irony is I often wasn’t aware I was engaged in something I needed to stop doing and bring to an end. This September was one for my record books.
As September approached, I wasn’t thinking about endings or what spiritual lesson(s) I might complete. I was thinking about my nephew’s upcoming visit. I was asking myself, “Why do I, once again, feel like I’m stuck and can’t move forward?” I was thinking about the physical pain I began experiencing after an August mini movement workshop and how it had never been this bad or lasted this long. I planned on attending another workshop in early September. I didn’t think I would be able to do a 4-day 6 hour /day movement workshop, dancing at least 4 of those 6 hours. I got still and quiet and went within. I intuitively knew the pain was connected to some personal issue that would surface during the upcoming workshop. This time the “issue” was making itself known through intense physical pain versus the usual series of emotions and/or thoughts. I regressed through my memories scanning my life looking for any event(s) that may have caused an initial injury. I remembered two occasions and both involved a family member. I knew I had to do the workshop, pain or no pain.
I wasn’t disappointed. Day 1, the excruciating pain seemed to melt away. I moved around the floor with the greatest of ease. Pain free, I intuitively knew the physical pain was symbolic of emotional pain. Whether or not I knew it, I was in deep emotional pain and it was time to bring it to conscious awareness to deal with and let go. Day 2 started with a thought popping into my mind as I caught a glimpse of another person’s dance; “I don’t want to be big.” I had no idea where that came from. A few moments later, the thought completed itself; “I don’t want to be big. I want to be small.” It sounded a bit like Peter Pan yet I could feel that it wasn’t about “growing up” but about “being big.” Later the same day, while talking with another dancer, I commented that I was uncomfortable “exposing” myself and my life on social media. By the following morning, I knew I had to follow these thoughts and feelings and uncover how and why they came to my mind. Somehow, the physical pain, thoughts and feelings were connected.
In the days and weeks since the workshop, I searched my past looking for explanations. I started with the obvious. I grew up in an apartment building with, at one point, 4 generations of my mother’s family. I was the youngest in my immediate family and the “family.” I needed to dig deeper. I gave my subconscious permission to release the memories I needed to recall. It was important to understand why I thought “I don’t want to be big, I want to be small” and why I felt uncomfortable “exposing” myself on social media.
Like breadcrumbs, I followed my emotions and thoughts. I repeated “I don’t want to be big. I want to be small.” over and over going deeper and deeper into my subconscious memories. I kept going back through time and space until I encountered a memory that elicited an emotional response equal to what I felt when I repeated “I don’t want to be big. I want to be small.” As the distance memories bubbled to the surface, the painful emotional reaction(s) and corresponding thoughts revealed themselves. I acknowledged them without judgment. They were there and very real. I created them and gave them life. It was time to listen to what they had to say.
I cried as I remembered each event, how I felt, and the thought(s) I used to make sense of it. I cried as I came face-to-face with the “belief” I created about myself and my “relationship” to others in order to cope. Let me just say, I did a whole lot of crying. As the self-investigation progressed, I encountered beliefs that have influenced my perception and actions since childhood. I carried them forward, hiding in my subconscious and affecting my life. I was able to answer questions I’ve been asking myself for years. Upon closer examination, the beliefs were feared based and limiting in nature.
Once I felt all relevant memories had been retrieved, I categorized the beliefs. They boiled down to the following fears: Rejection (not being accepted, invited, liked, loved and welcomed,) Ridicule (being teased, criticized and judged,) Not measuring up (not good enough, smart enough, capable, or desirable,) Being seen (being victimized) and Not being seen (being ignored or overlooked). I was shocked. To realize and accept I’ve been looking through the eyes and re-experiencing the slights (real or perceived) of a “hurt little Michele” was overwhelming.
Transformation is a process. It will take time for me to come to terms with all of this. Now “my” truth is revealed, I can begin the work to “heal” the wounds. I’ve begun to feel calmer, freer, hopeful, lighter, powerful and strong. I agree with the statement “knowledge is power.” The more I know and understand about myself the more power I have to control how I choose to respond to life versus reacting to life and having no control.
Yes, September signaled an ending and with endings come beginnings. I have a new perspective and outlook. Soon, this part of my past will no longer get in the way of my present and my future. It’s time to get to work.
It’s intriguing, the way lessons are presented to me. Like a jigsaw puzzle, without the picture, the latest lesson came in pieces. I put the pieces together, waiting for the picture to be revealed.
This lesson began like the previous ones. I was completely unaware of what I was about to encounter. It began with the innocent act of looking for a financial document. I went through numerous piles of papers, drawers filled to the brim and a file cabinet. I laughed as I found things that were decades old. Among the many papers I squirreled away, I found a final exam and class notes from 1985, unopened Christmas cards from 2007 and a list of reservation codes from a previous job. I trashed the outdated and obsolete items. I kept important documents, product brochures, and miscellaneous items. You know, those “just in case” type of things. One of the “just in case” documents was the list of reservation codes. These codes might come in handy, if I ever interview for a travel agent position. It was during a trip to fill the recycle bin when I heard the Voice.
Voice: Why are you keeping those reservation codes?
Me: In case I end up interviewing for a travel agent position.
Voice: You want to be a travel agent?
Me: I like the travel industry. I wouldn’t mind doing it again if I could work as an outside agent but I don’t want to be an employee of a company.
Voice: You’ve never listed travel agent as a desire or dream job. Keeping that sheet “just in case” does not support what you really want to manifest in your life. The act of holding on “just in case” symbolizes that you don’t believe, have faith in, accept that you can attain your dream job. As long as this is true, your dreams will not manifest. Remember what you accept you express. It’s better to keep and surround yourself with items that support your dreams and desires not items that support your doubts and fears. Read the rest of this entry
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve continued to address issues in my life that I haven’t quite understood yet I wanted to change. I looked into the whys of my idle behavior and my resistance to opening my mail (snail and email.)
I learned that my idleness came in part from how, as a child, I emotionally identified and connected with my Dad, the introvert, the loner. After work, he’d come home and relax, sit in front of the TV with a drink and his cigarettes. Subconsciously, I decided this was the life model I was going to use once I became an adult and boy, oh boy did I.
Regarding my resistance to dealing with correspondence, I was shown an earlier lifetime in which I received a letter with “heartbreaking” news. I blamed the letter and never opened another one. I was able to talk to that fragment of myself and explain the various ways that people now communicate and that it’s more likely that “heartbreaking” news is now received via a phone call than a letter. I explained that the letter was blamed for the message. You know, don’t kill the messenger. I obviously carried that pain forward as a fear and it manifested in this life as a reluctance to check my mail and eventually email. I often wondered why I felt fear especially when it came to email. It was interesting to learn the reason behind the why.
I was talking with my Mom after the last post and she raised a question that has definitely given me food for thought: When you know why you feel a certain way about something, does the knowing trump the feeling? Do you go with what you know or how you feel? Read the rest of this entry