I don’t think everything happens for a reason. What I do believe in is cause and effect. Perhaps that is what’s meant by there’s a reason for everything, because if you are committed to consciousness, you will look for reason; you will try to find out what is causing the whirlpool of excruciating feelings that you just can’t shake. Bottom line is you wouldn’t even begin the journey if you didn’t feel so crazy. When I first started living in the light lane, some 40 years ago, I’d just rise above, say everything happens for a reason, and wait for that reason to show itself. What I can tell you now is this: I’ve never known a reason to show itself. I had to go looking, which is how I fell in love with the poignant dark of me.
I’m thinking about butterflies, cocoons, and transformation. I don’t think a caterpillar decides to become a butterfly; it’s just what she does. One day the caterpillar, let’s call her Betty, stops eating, hangs upside down from an interesting twig or a fabulously green leaf, and either spins a cocoon or molts into a shiny chrysalis. She then digests her self. Yes, Betty literally transforms herself into a butterfly by eating what she once was, and of course there are all sorts of enzymes and hormones involved, but the point is Betty is creating a new self by eating and digesting her old pieces.
I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this, probably the inevitability of transformation and the fact that we are so programmed not to transform, but to maintain a familial status quo, an invalidating paradigm against which we judge ourselves, that has virtually nothing to do with evolving and becoming, and everything to do with social control and a power over construct that robs people of their power, self-love, and their ability to change the story. Every toxic emotional loop is rooted in an inability to change your story and if we cannot change our own story, we cannot possible change the worlds. More often than not, I think that's the point. I think there's this vast conspiracy dedicated to keeping human beings from knowing who and what they are, and what they can be, so that the "powers that be," can do what they want, how they want, when they want.
The truth is we can change our story (and then the world’s) because like Betty the butterfly we contain all the pieces to do just that. You can't change what's happened to you, no one can, but you can love the resulting, shamed pieces in yourself; you can reclaim and transform them. (Anyone who says this is an easy process, may their heads explode now.) You must be willing though, to try something other than beating yourself to a pulp; to love in you what you've been taught and told isn't lovable; to leave the constant, monotonous pain of the old behind, even though it means stepping out of your comfort zone. At some time in our lives, we all trade pieces of self for survival, because the ends were worth it, but there comes a point when it's not. There comes a point when you end up feeling like a worm on hook, not liking and blaming yourself for what you've become and how you feel. Trust me when I tell you, you're blaming the wrong person, and yes, healing does involve blame, what I call holding responsible, and yes, you get through that phase, and ugly as it is, it's not a phase that can be skipped.
To refuse to compare our insides to other peoples outsides takes the power away from the emotional toxic loop and gets you out from under whatever has you coming up painfully lacking in your own eyes. This transformation is inevitable for the woman who takes just one small step to loving herself; when she simply refuses to be controlled to her detriment, by whatever or whoever is controlling her. That, my darlings, is the beginning of the heroine's journey. Taking your power back is the beginning of the heroine's journey; coming to understand how right use of power in your life is love made visible is the theme.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Katherine Manaan
They were scared people looking for some safe; scared people looking to make sense; scared people living with the very same enemy inside the walls that lived inside me. The only difference was they hadn’t been raised up Lady Wild so they didn’t know you just sit with the ugly and the discomfort till you know how to use it right. Emma – Genesis 2: The Passion of Emma Ray Earle
Though I am writing this month’s Goddess Speak from an area of spectacular beauty, last night I was momentarily surrounded by a group of people who triggered off paralyzing feelings of “less than” in me. It’s been a long time since I felt that way and it was enormously painful. I’ve been in the work for over 40 years and know exactly what familial programming this is rooted in. I also know in my heart, my head, and my soul that I am not less than and that there is nothing wrong with me. I went down to the gazebo alongside the brook, put my face on this jagged, hurting piece, hugged her into me, and found myself sharply aware of my otherness. I missed my friends. I missed my circle of soul sisters I love beyond all reason. Every time I get together with them I am seen, I am heard, I am understood, and I am loved for who and what I am, warts and all.
When I first got sober back in the 80's, I was sharply aware of feeling "less than." Recovery, for me, has been about uncovering who I truly am. This is a life long process and not for the faint of heart. When I think of recovery, I think of healing, and healing challenges everything you've ever been programmed/socialized to believe about yourself and the world. We see, we perceived through the lens of our programming, thus our programming controls us. Putting down the drink is a act of revolution. When we stop drinking we trigger initiation. Any life changing action is going to trigger initiation.
The body is electric. Initiation changes your frequency; initiation opens you to new frequencies; initiation alters your path. I sat alongside the brook gently rocking this hurting piece of me. She felt like me after college, when I first got to New York, and was so sure I wasn’t as good as everybody else, even though I acted like I was. Her feelings, what she believes, grind hard against what I, the wise woman, know in my heart, head, and soul to be true; namely I am as good as everyone else. I don’t deny her feelings or mine; I hold the tension of the opposites. Probably the most important thing I’ve ever learned is to hold the tension of opposites; to point blank refuse to jump to it’s this or that, which, in more instances than not, cuts off needed processing at the knees. I flashed on my early days in New York, the incredibly cool group of people I wanted so desperately to be a part of. I’d twisted myself inside out to be as cool, sophisticated, and blasé as they were. I’d sacrificed what I knew in my gut to be true and I was ashamed, but it would still take a year before I had the self-esteem to cut the chord. I flashed on the current people triggering the “less than” in me, and I knew it was exact same theme. I wanted to belong, to have what they had, so much so that what I had suddenly paled in comparison. It was like everything I’d ever done over the past 20 years was rendered null and void in the span of one dinner. “Oh, you poor baby,” I thought. “I love you, I love you so much.” And I knew in what Marion Woodman calls the "blood of our wounds,"
When the inner treasure that is yours, that each of us was born with, pales in comparison to another’s externals, it’s because ego is serving an external image rather than the internal truth. If I get to be part o I think of ego as the sacred masculine; I think of soul as the sacred feminine. The healthy ego serves the soul, not as slave but as compliment, in the exact same way the God serves the Goddess in the craft. She is the law, He is the right arm of the law, and the only law is love. Being a conscious human being is not about destroying ego, it’s about right use of ego.
For me right use of ego became a definite possibility when I started healing and rebuilding my self-esteem using affirmations. In the first “Nature of Personal Reality,” class I took back in the 80’s, the teacher explained that the point of the affirmations was to remove our self-esteem from the invalidating paradigm. We are programmed to judge ourselves against externals, arbitrary social ideals — cultural, educational, and beauty — to determine our self-worth. He insisted that our affirmations include the following: I am beautiful, sensual, intelligent, and powerful. The first time I did affirmations, the sun rose in my chest; and as I listened to the rest of the students in the class I gut knew each of them to be beautiful, sensual, intelligent, and powerful. No one was more, no one was less; we were all equally radiant. It was an astounding moment. Acknowledging the soul truth in me allowed me to acknowledge the truth in others. I was devastated a few month later when I had a day my affirmations didn’t work. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get the feeling affirmations gave me. I remember thinking, “Oh, what’s the use it always comes back to this.”
What I know now, after years of therapy, sobriety, and magick, was that I’d bumped into an unconscious wound. Affirmations, when they’re done correctly, trigger off whatever is in the way of the ever-deepening reality that affirming oneself creates. Wounds that remain unconscious live in shadow where they continue to grow and fester. The wound has to be made consciousness. I tend to think of making conscious as accepting — this happened, this has been the result. I can’t change what happened. I can change my response, but not by denying or sugar coating the feelings around what happened. To disavow the learning that feeling, all feeling, holds shuts down the path to the humane.
Sitting alongside the brook, the wise woman in me hugged her hurting self a little closer. I closed my eyes and gave over; young hurt and ancient wisdom ground even harder against each other and the pressure in my heart was intense. Then came the release. A burst of radiance, light everywhere, radiant light, and in the release something new, as of yet unformed, was born. When I opened my eyes I was more apart of living, breathing life than ever before. I could feel the pulse of the earth; Her pulse was mine and mine was Hers. And I was reminded once again that the Goddess contains everything, not just the easily digestible. A little later when i went out for a hike, I found a perfect blue jay feather directly in my path. I leaned over to pick it up and when stood a yellow and black butterfly fluttered so close to my face, I could feel her wings against my cheek. The totem meanings of both made me smile.
Some thirty years ago, Wise Joe told me that wounds were eternal; we just get better at managing them. I remember being appalled at the idea; that I was doomed to feel less than, like there was something wrong with me, for the rest of my life. What I know now is that programming is programming; sure you can change your programming but the scar of old programming remains. And when it gets ripped open, it hurts like hell. I don’t think it matters how long you’ve been in the work, or how adept you’ve become; anymore than I think ugly, uncomfortable feelings make you less spiritual, less holy, further from source, whatever you want to call it. If you're human you're going to get triggered and it makes virtually no sense to beat yourself to a pulp over it. No one is born knowing how to beat themselves to a pulp, it's something you're taught, it's something learned. Every time you beat yourself up, directly or indirectly, you're colluding with whatever/whoever taught you this horrific skill. The good news? Anything learned can be unlearned if you're willing.
To be spiritual is to treat self and others humanely. To treat self, all feeling, and process with tenderness is a humane action. So the next time you think, is this spiritual, ask is this humane. If it's not humane, it's not spiritual.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Katherine Manaan
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