One month into 2024, the outside world is already shaping up to be everything one might anticipate.
In a society that appears to hurtling into the degradation of luxury-belief-driven decadence, blank-staring right past blatant naked-emperor revelations of lies and two-tiered “justice,” and choking on the ashes of fiat-fueled illusions, it can feel like the largest forces at play in our personal well-being are manipulated by sinister agents both beyond our control, and bent on our destruction.
Or, at least, it can feel that way to me. There’s plenty to fear, and I can readily become a victim of that view.
And, at the same time, this is when the greatest growth happens. This is what the shamanic coaching program is for, because this is when we most need to keep a firm hand on the tiller and check in regularly with the navigator.
It reminds me of a story I wrote a couple years ago.
These Pants Don’t Fit: A Drama
I decided to wear a new pair of pants to work.
All morning I felt great in my new pants. “I look so put together in these pants,” thought I. After lunch, I went into the studio, to practice my presentation in front of the mirror.
A few minutes in, I turned sideways and caught my reflection. “Oh my God, my butt looks terrible in these pants! How could I have ever thought these fit?
What am I thinking, wearing these pants? How am I even going to go outside – people are going to see me in these pants! Everyone is going to be looking at me and thinking, ‘She looks terrible in those pants!’”
I was completely derailed. I couldn’t finish my presentation. I paced around the office for a while, futzing with my pants, and finally gave up and went out to do errands.
On my way out the door, I met a woman in the hallway, who said, “I love your style! That’s a great outfit.”
I just kept thinking, “I can’t turn around, she’ll see how bad you look in these pants.”
Out on the street, I went into a consignment shop and bought a tunic. At home, I got on Amazon and started looking at Spanx (for my male readers, think girdle, but spandex. Amazon helpfully suggested sculpted undies, just in case my insecurity has a high credit-limit.)
As I scrolled through the options and contemplated whether I could justify spending $60 on lycra butt-alteration, I realized I was standing in front of the mirror in the bedroom.
And I looked fine in the pants.
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The first thing I did when I was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia was what any good American might do – I went shopping.
I got on the internet, found dietary protocols for cancer (this was in my Weston A Price days), and ordered 25 pound bags of nuts and seeds and meals.
I bought a juicer.
I ordered supplements and tinctures and teas.
I did anything I could think of, in fact, to avoid sitting down with the pain and fear and letting it just be there. Like a squirrel in the road, I let the chemical reaction take over my brain and drive me into panicked zig-zags in the instinctual hope of confusing the two-ton steel monster bearing down on me.
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But it doesn’t have to be cancer. It can also be pants.
When I saw myself in the mirror, and it wasn’t what I wanted to see, I let a conflict with reality totally derail my day. It’s all a matter of scale.
Rather than take a moment to experience the discomfort and be curious about it, I spent the rest of my day in an effort to manage my experience by searching for control wear.
Because it’s all about control. I can buy Spanx, and wear them all day, but at night, I still have to take them off and deal with reality. I can buy a juicer, and juice all day, but at the end of the day, I still have to face the disease. The demon is the lack of control.
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The other night I was thrashing in an agony of grief at life’s unfairness. And in choking back the sobs of bitter anger at the injustice of it all, I realized: here was a last remaining victim story.
Here was a place where I was still blaming the cruel fates for my discomfort. The heart of that discomfort: some aspects of the experiences of life only blossom when you let go of control.
You have to allow yourself to be bowled over, shattered, reborn; the dragon of chaos must move through you, speak in tongues through your mouth. In a world, in a brain, where keeping it all under control is the goal, how do you learn to let go into the offer of pure experience?
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The dance of what is in my control, and what is not, is a dynamic spiral constantly turning within me. Everything I share, everything I hold for my clients, every exhortation to dig deep, is the talking of my own walk.
These are not easy times, but what times are, truly? This is when the coupling of homeopathy and shamanic coaching can truly shine. This is when we can choose to heal deeply, without drugs.
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