I had some clever blog post title for this, and promptly forgot it. So we’ll just say that POPGUN 4 is coming, at long last:
My next story is in here, courtesy of Mr. B (art), and my friend Debbie Lake, who gave me the idea. Inspiration is a true love story that happened to a friend of a friend, who happens to be a Tarotist, as Debbie and I both are.
It got bumped from POPGUN 3, ages ago. Nice that it’s finally seeing the light of day!
Party at Jim Hanley’s Universe on the 24th at 6.
Pretty hard to believe that we’re over 2 weeks into 2010, eh?
Or, let me rephrase that: ghah!!! (In the plus column, Merc Retro is OVER and He was very kind to me this year - thanks, dude.)
Oh, who am I kidding - I’m having a blast. Walked through “the terror barrier” on a number of fronts just after the New Year, both in my business and out of it (life and writing, y’alls) and have emerged stronger, more confident and more joyful for it…. which is exactly what’s supposed to happen when you walk through the terror barrier. Whee!
On a less cryptic note, was “out of the office” coaching for an entire week, plus or minus some travel. That’s me in the picture with one of my favorite clients, Joanna Powell Colbert of The Gaian Tarot, in the backyard of her positively luscious backyard garden in Bellingham, Washington. Things will be a little squished for a couple more weeks, then will settle back down into my normal writing-coaching-chillaxing routine. Thank goodness.
I must confess that I enjoyed the heck out of all the “end-of-year” intentionality posts and exercises. You know the ones: goal setting, visioning, choosing a theme for the year, et cetera. (Miss all the fun on that? We’re only 2 weeks into the year, so there’s still time. Here are a few of my favorites.) And, the conscious creator that I am, I did all of those things…
… but this post isn’t about the results of all that, because, believe it or not, I tend to keep works-in-progress close to the vest. And this year is a work-in-progress.
That said, the theme of these past couple of weeks has been: trust.
Trust is a very misunderstood part of the manifestation process - that is, getting what you want. Simply the desire to manifest something means that said thing is, by definition, not here yet. That means you have to believe very strongly in something you can’t see… yet.
“Trust who?” you might ask. Simple. First, trust the Divine, whoever or whatever that energy may be for you. Second, trust yourself.
Trust is a resource, an energy that you can draw on. I’m starting to think of it like fuel, of sorts, though I know that’s not quite right. Or maybe it is. Because when you’re hooked into the Divine like that, it’s a well that never runs dry. And when you trust yourself fully, you can act freely, without fear.
One of my beliefs is, “I can’t make a wrong move. It’s not possible to make a mistake.” It may sound like hubris on the surface, maybe, if it hits you in a certain way, but it’s not. It’s an offshoot of another belief, which is: “Everything is just perfect, right now.”
It’s really about trust.
I recently reached out to my high priestess (or HPs, in Wiccan abbreviation parlance) and said, “You know what? It’s time for the next level.” (I won’t bore y’alls with the degree system of traditional witchcraft; those are details you need not worry about. Suffice to say that it’s the next step along the path.)
It’s been a long time coming, but really, not a moment too soon. One of the things that tipped me off to a ready-ness is the fact that I walk around with the Goddess’ voice in my ears these days. I’m talking ALL the time.
“Trust me,” She says, my heart rattling in its cage as I dial the telephone. “Trust me.”
“Trust me,” She says, as I sit quaking in my platform shoes in my hotel room, when I know I shouldn’t be, but…
“Trust me,” She says, as I stare at the blank page and the pen in my hand, my head full of packed white cotton, a word or two tucked among the folds somewhere but I’ll be damned if I can find them.
“You must trust yourself,” says one of my mentors, a channel in her own right. “To be resourceful, that you are powerful.”
“Trust me,” She says, when the stones swirl in my stomach and I break out in sweats.
“Trust me,” She says… “and you.”
There’s a little-known yet widely-practiced Universal Law called The Law Of Sacrifice.
“Sacrifice” is a scary word - often a trigger word for people, in fact. (As in, it triggers fear, doubt, wigging out and other non-resourceful states.) But the truth is, you practice the Law Of Sacrifice all the time.
When you give the cashier at Starbucks your $4 for your triple-shot-foam-half-caf-mocha-latte-wh
When I go to Xena’s and sit down in Jenna’s chair for my regular cut n’ color, or open up one of Joanna’s newsletters and see one of her beautiful amulets and scoot on over to Paypal so I can call dibs on it before it’s gone (!) - again, that’s the Law Of Sacrifice in action.
Quite simply, the Law Of Sacrifice states that you have to give up something to get something. Money - i.e., paying for something you really want - is one such sacrifice. But it’s only one. (And it’s not even the most powerful, really.)
It’s New Year’s Eve, and if you’re like most creative people I know, you’ve probably thought at least a little about what you want to manifest in the coming year. (Me too.) And if you’re like most creative people I know, your list is loooong. (Me too! ) In order to bring those yummy, delicious things into your life, you’ll need to create some space for them.
Creating space - that is, letting things go - is the second half of stating a bold intention. After all, it’s hard for the Divine to bring you what you want if there’s no space for Her to put it!
Of course, She could make space for you - but that’s usually pretty uncomfortable. It’s better to be pro-active about this. So here’s a quick ritual to help you do just that.
All you’ll need for this ritual is a quiet space, clarity of mind, an open heart, a journal, and a pen. (You might want to dim the lights and light a candle or something. Whatever allows you to relax, turn down the chattering brain and get in touch with your true self.) And…
You’ll also need a clear, focused intention. Here’s what I mean…
Before you start this ritual, take a look at whatever visioning and planning notes you’ve made so far - i.e., that long list of things you’d like to manifest in the coming year. Select the number ONE thing. (Yes, the tippy-top priority. The answer to the question, “What ONE thing would I be wildly happy and grateful for creating in 2010?”) Bring that clear, focused intention to your sacred space.
In your space, take a moment or two to relax and create the clarity of mind that I mentioned earlier. Let all doubts, fears, and niggling thoughts just fall away. Bring your attention to your focused intention for 2010.
Imagine that it’s December 31, 2010 - one year from now. And that you have created exactly what you set out to create. Imagine yourself experiencing it, in the here and now.
Create the picture as vividly as you can. Once you have that picture firmly in your mind, and you are experiencing it in the here-and-now… ask yourself one question:
“What have I let go of in order to be here?”
Listen carefully for the message from your inner self and write down whatever comes to you. Resist the urge to judge your answer. Simply receive the message. After you have your answer, bid your future self adieu and return to the present.
Take a look at the answer you received. What do you need to let go of? Is it an object, such as clutter, “stuff” you bought for a past dream or intention, or leftovers from an “old” version of you? Is it a habit, or a manner of thinking about the world or yourself? If it’s the latter, I guarantee that you’re living with a manifestation of whatever it is here on the physical plane, too - some object in your physical space.
No matter what, it’s time to release it. Gather up whatever it is and make a date to get RID of it. (I highly recommend Freecycle, by the by.)
Heads up: completing this ritual may bring on the strong urge to clear out your space. This is great! Remember, you don’t have to do it all at once, so don’t get frustrated or in a snit about it. Just get started.
Here’s to manifesting everything you want in 2010!
The day after Christmas, I happily engaged in what can arguably be considered a new American holiday tradition: reading a Dan Brown novel in one sitting. My good friend Ron gave me a copy of The Lost Symbol back when he gifted me with The Red Book, and it’s been sitting on the stack ever since, taunting me.
I’ll admit that I wanted to like it, and I wasn’t disappointed. You can go all “You’re no William Faulkner!” on Dan Brown all you want, but he’s not trying to be Faulkner (as he admits himself right here) and I have to give him a lot of credit for crafting a fairly complex story/puzzle-line wherein I found myself deliberately suspending disbelief, oh, maybe one time.
I know some peeps’ jaws will drop at that - Wiersema, I’m lookin’ at you! - and that’s fair, but what can I say… I haven’t read Red Dragon and I will totally admit that I have a tendency to want to fall into a story trance, especially when I’m favorably predisposed, so it takes a lot to shake me out of it.
(Did I mention that I didn’t see the ending of The Sixth Sense coming either? *laugh*)
And it will come as no surprise that the Ancient Mysteries thing gets bonus points with me, as did the Divine Feminine/Sacred Marriage thing in the last go-round. Regardless of whether the guy set out to sell 80 frillion books or not, I don’t know anyone else who has done quite as much to shine a light on certain unfairly maligned spiritual traditions I could name. Nor could I find any glaring philosophical errors (as opposed to nitpicking, which I have no interest in), and believe me, I looked. I can see why Mitch really liked it.
Anyway. None of that is to say that the book is without its flaws, of course. For example, every 30 pages or so I found myself thinking of Star Trek, of all things. Why, you ask?
“My GOD NO!”
“You know what this means,” said Leland, after I shouted “My GOD MAN!” for the zillionth time, somewhere around page 350. (Yes, I talk back to authors in the margins of my books, too.)
I’ve never been much of a drinker, but I have to admit, the idea amuses me. So without further ado, here it is…
The Lost Symbol Drinking Game (Respectable Lightweight’s version)
(Please allow 3 hours for this game.)
1. Pour yourself a glass of your favorite libation. (I suggest a nice Riesling, cider, or high-end scotch, or of course you can go with a nice tall glass of Paisano if you’re my mom.)
2. Settle in with Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol.
3. When you come across either the following, take a sip. (Hey, this is a family blog.)
- “What the hell?!”
- “My God!” (and its derivatives)
4. Optional: Shout out “My God Man!” in your best McCoy voice every time you come across the phrase “My God”
Please drink responsibly.
Okay, not really. But the lovely fans I met while waiting to get in to the super-secret (i.e., didn’t see it on Undented) Tori Amos performance at the offices of SPIN magazine were indeed familiar with my story in Comic Book Tattoo. Which just made me smile, I have to admit. (And made the somewhat annoying, “I’m waaay too old for this kind of thing” wait much more bearable.)
Here are some crappy cameraphone shots taken from my “I’m waaaay too old for this but Tori still makes me giddy as a schoolgirl… also, I’m short” front row vantage point just before the show started:
And here’s one taken by the professionals, who were hanging out just past my right shoulder:
Yes, that dress was something else.
It was really a trip to see a Tori performance upclose and in a small space - almost as wonderful as sitting between her and Ted McKeever on the panel at San Diego Comic-Con. (You can still find the videos on YouTube, I believe… hoo boy, have I changed since then.)
The setlist included:
“Silent Night With You”
“Star of Wonder”
“Pink and Glitter”
If I haven’t said it here yet, let me say it here now: Midwinter Graces is simply outstanding, hands-down my fave since Scarlet’s Walk. (I’m not a music writer, so I’ll just leave it at that.)
And her fans really are lovely.
Thanks much to Dean for the hookup!
Running around like a crrrazygrrl getting ready to leave for our trip to Portland (Oregon, not Maine) for Thanksgiving, but I can’t resist taking a minute to post this picture of Delia Sherman and I. Why? Because I love it:
I met up with Delia & Ellen at The Rubin Museum this weekend, where Ellen was introducing Vampyr for their Cabaret Cinema series. I continue to adore them so much I can hardly stand it, so it was lovely.
I also got to finally sneak a peek at The Red Book, live and in person. (Though I must admit that Delia and I were having a rather earnest discussion next to The Red Book, not really looking at The Red Book.)
(Wondering what The Red Book is? See this post.)
It was nice to get out and about. I love New York.
1. Trust Agents, @ChrisBrogan & Julien Smith
2. Crush It, @GaryVee
3. Soul Currency, Ernest Chu
4. The Secret Language of Money, David Krueger
5. The Money Workbook, Roger Bruce Lane
6. How To Rule The World From Your Couch, Laura Day
7. The Kybalion, Three Initiates
(Can you tell I’m checking out book possibilities for my Platinum coaching clients? )
Those who have been with me for a while might remember a certain Kindle rant. 2 years later (almost to the day), my new Kindle has arrived.
I’m not backpedaling entirely. I still love me some earthbound-bookly-spirits books. I am, however, officially done with hauling extra weight around, literally and figuratively. 3 books on every plane ride (which are more frequent these days) no longer excites me. And lo, the Kindle is an extension of these changing times.
Also, while I love our library (which really is about 3000 volumes, or at least feels that way), and will continue to add to our library… honestly? I don’t need every frickin’ business book I want to read cluttering up the house. I heart you, Gary Vee, but I highly doubt I’ll need Crush It on my shelves in 2020. (No offense, dude.) And while Eben Pagan’s library (which he gives us a glimpse of in this Guru Mastermind training video) does make me swoon, when it gets right down to it, that kind of lugging is too much of a commitment right now, especially with a cross-country move looming on the horizon.
(OK, so, not really, because my commitment to books is mighty and formidable, but if a gal can cut it down to size, why the heck not?)
Anyway. I’d prefer to give my shelf space to stories and myth, magic and comics. And art. And Norton Annotated Editions, nearly all of which we own. And whatever business, coaching and self-improvement tomes end up going the distance.
In other news, saw Rantz last night, which was wonderful, along with Ivan Brandon & his lady Kristyn, Andy Mac & Heidi, and Steve Isaacs & his lady Melissa. Within 5 minutes of my arrival at the bar, Rantz had my jaw dropping on the floor with his uncanny ability to pick up on the “inner game” piece of what’s been going on with me, entrepreneurially and creatively, for the past 5 months. I love my cool friends.
Cannot wait to see what’s coming with LongBox. Rantz has worked unbelievably hard and I have no doubt that LB is going to rock the house. And that I’ll be reading comics on this Kindle before long… or something quite similar.
One of my favorite people is litblogger and all-round new media smarty-pants, Ron Hogan.
Ron is a generous soul, and he receives a LOT of books. For free. From book publicity departments looking for a little sumpin’ sumpin’. So his generosity and FTC-abiding nature came together at Hudson Bar And Books wherein he presented me with a goodie bag full of Dan Brown (yes, there’s some irony there) and an inscribed-to-me copy of Frank Portman’s Andromeda Klein, a hilarious and touching story about, among many other things, a young lady with a crush on Arthur Edward Waite. (Who knew that this would go over in a young adult novel? Thank you for paving the way, Frank.)
And then out came the Jung.
If you haven’t read the fascinating story behind Jung’s illuminated manuscript, The Red Book, recently (finally!) published by Norton, well… do. The New York Times article by Sara Corbett, is a precise and wholly entertaining place to start. The short version is summed up well enough by Jung himself (quoted on the back cover):
“The years… when I pursued the inner images, were the most important time of my life. Everything else is to be derived from this. It began at that time, and the later details hardly matter anymore. My entire life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious and flooded me like an enigmatic stream and threatened to break me. That was the stuff and material for more than one life. Everything later was merely the outer classification, scientific elaboration, and the integration into life. But the numinous beginning, which contained everything, was then.“
When I first read about The Red Book last month, I said to Leland, “I have to have a copy of that.”
“It’s like a piece of furniture,” Leland said.
“Right. It’ll also set us back $200, but that don’t make no nevermind,” I said. (Thank you, Ron!)
Indeed, the book cuts a rather striking figure at nearly 16″ tall and a foot wide. And because I know you’re wondering, yes, it’s rather heavy. I also neglected to bring something to carry it home in. Whoops.
The New York City subways are a magical place for people-watching. They are also a place with frequent delays. Unfortunately, last night, someone expired on the F train around 4th Avenue - literally. So I said a prayer and cracked open The Red Book. It took up both knees, and I don’t think I’ve ever been stared at quite so much in my life (at least, not in recent memory).
Finally a soft woman with perfect grey curls leans over and says, “I can’t take it any more. I have to ask.”
She had never heard of Jung, but the words “collective unconscious”, “anima”, “animus” and “individuation” all rang bells. Which is pretty telling, if you asked me.
Midway through my somewhat long-winded intro (I mean, really - how do you “bottom line” Jung?), she said, “Sounds like he was a wizard or something.”
Funny you mention that, I thought. Not according to the Jungian camp, who tend to distance themselves from the idea that Jung had anything in common with the more colorful personalities of the Western Mystery Traditions. (As Ron can attest, as he has asked some of them similar questions, point-blank.)
But then I read things like this fateful conversation with his Soul (the entirety can be found in The Red Book, page 211):
Soul: “Now is no time to sleep, but you should be awake and prepare important matters in nocturnal work. The great work begins.
Jung: “What great work?”
Soul: “You have been too unconscious for a long time. Now you must go to a higher level of consciousness.”
“I’m grateful to say that yes, I think I think he was,” I told her.
The Red Book is currently on display at The Rubin, along with a bunch of other neat Jung stuff and a program full of artists, musicians, big creative thinkers and Jung-inspired films.
Subject line psych-out!
I probably ought not be posting at 3 am, as I was in what Mr. Wood might call “a mood” all day today. (Y’know one of those scenes where it’s like one long string of shatterkissed stubbed fingers from morning ’til night? Like that.)
(Whatever, it’s over.)
So, Lindsay Miller is a talented photographer and beautiful soul living in Tucson, AZ, which is where all the cool peeps seem to be living these days. (Waitaminute - what am I talking about? My peeps been there for years. Oh yeah, 3 a.m.)
Lindsay has been working her way through portrait-ing nearly all of Kendall’s new certified coaches, because we all love her and she is just “wicked good,” as we say up North (i.e., nowhere near Arizona). So when I was in Tucson a few weeks ago, I dropped by her studio for new Marketing Goddess shots…
I did not, however, make it over to Endicott West. BAH. Better planning next time. (No worries - at least 2 visits to Tucson in the offing in 2010, so there.)
Photo shoots are interesting. I was telling Seth last week that once upon a time (think 2001, 2002), I had the magic touch, shall we say, for hold-the-camera-out-in-front-of-you-styl
Vestiges of the descent can still be found on my Flickr feed here and there, though I made most of them private and deleted a bunch of others. Now, when I want to mark time, I have the professionals do it.
Anyway, back to “interesting.” When Lindsay’s shots came in, I sent them around to several trusted advisers for their learned opinions. I received about a zillion opinions. There was no consistent thread to said opinions at all. My favorite is actually this one, which I think one other person liked. (Okay, maybe two.)
One of the “gorgeous coaches” said I looked wistful. I don’t get that at all. I’m just marveling at how Lindsay managed to capture that expression, when I don’t think anyone else ever has, ever. Go, Lindsay.
On my personal agenda for 2010: headshots with Peter Hurley.
*blows the dust off the blog*
Wow. I do believe that these past 2 months is The Longest I’ve Gone Without Posting since starting my blogging back in (meep!) 2002. (First with Livejournal, then at the now-defunct support-your-local-busker.com, and now here.)
The radio silence has been quite deliberate. For one thing, things always start to feel a little crufty around the edges when my Wordpress install gets outdated, as it is now. (As it becomes approximately 5 minutes after I update the damn thing - like I can ever win this one.)
For another, let’s just say that there’s a part of me that just wants to wipe the whole blogging slate clean and start over. That’s a reflection of how I feel on the inside these days.
Clean, that is. Free of various and sundry head trash that had been cluttering up the joint.
This clean feeling is a good thing. But oddly, whenever it goes down, I tend to want to write less. About myself, anyway.
Anyway. Coming out of self-imposed hibernation, maintenant. To celebrate, we took some new pictures at church last week (a.k.a. The New York Public Library’s 42nd Street branch). Here’s one - click to see it bigger: