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I am
one of those people: A catalyst.
What
does it mean to be a catalyst? How does it work? You might take me to
a lunch and introduce me to friends. After the introductions I will
say something/anything. It will strike at the heart of their life.
I’ve
never laid eyes on the person. I know nothing about them. I don’t
know their secrets. I don’t know the pains of their past. I know
nothing about their struggles in the present. And I’ve just used
the key word that unlocks their past, sums up their struggle and
opens the door on all the stuff they’ve been hiding from
themselves.
Where
did that word come from? How did I know the key to their unfinished
business? Am I psychic? Am I a modern day gypsy fortune teller? Wait!
Should I be getting paid for this curse? Uh, I mean gift.
No.
There is a big difference between me and the gypsy. They know they
hold the key and it’s going to cause problems. Maybe this is why in
the movies the gypsy always insists on being paid up front?
I come
away from the encounters feeling at best confused, but more often
feeing ashamed, insensitive, wondering, “What just happened?”
Is
there a trick to becoming like the gypsy? Is there a trick to
resolving a curse?
Where
are the tools I can find to outsmart a curse? A long time ago someone
told me we cannot solve a problem on the level where it is conceived.
This means I have to find a solution vibrating at a higher frequency
than my gift and curse.
I’ll
go walking in the forest to look for clues. No! I’m not talking
about a metaphoric forest. I’ll walk in the forest two blocks from
my house. Looking out my window today is powerfully windy. The tips
of tall pines sway. The aspens lining our back porch bend. But in the
forest at ground level it’s quiet. Feelings are spilling through me
and I set a fast pace.
Remember
I’m looking for clues. First I find a beautiful gold and black
volcanic rock about the weight of a city telephone book. A belly rock
I’ll lay across my midriff at night pulling me into harmony with
the land, the forest, Mother Earth. I think it’s possible to find a
cure for all curses in the greatest mama of all, Mother Earth. So I
set the rock standing on its side to remind me to pick it up on my
way out of the forest.
Next I
find in the middle of the path a stick. As clues go it cannot get
more obvious than lying in the middle of the path. When I pick it up
I can see before its incarnation as a stick was a tree root about one
inch wide. One side is black from being embedded in the dirt. The
other side sun exposed is gold and weathered silver.
When
you come across clues it’s best to take them literally. I found a
stick that represents the root of my problem. (Yes, it’s true.
Clues speak in puns.) Part of the stick was mired in black dirt. The
other part of the stick silver and gold represents value and wealth.
(Yes, more puns. The stick also represents how our gifts are curses
and our curses are gifts.)
I can
take the colors another step further and put them on the Medicine
Wheel. Black and gold are the colors of death and birth. I picked the
stick up, symbolic of the root of my problem and the need for a death
and re-birth.
Tonight
I’ll decorate the stick. I’ll write prayers. I’ll cover the
prayers with drawings maybe flowers. I’ll tie my prayers to the
stick. In ceremony I’ll plant my prayer stick in the ground and ask
the wind and the rain, the sun and the moon, the stars to carry my
prayers.
Will
this offer the transcendence I require? Is beauty always the answer?
For more see The Way of The Fairy Godmother.
For more see The Way of The Fairy Godmother.
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