Perfectionism, ivory-towers, qualification-collecting, over-criticism, self-judgement, analysis paralysis. There are a million ways in which the Sage out there undermines the Sage in here.
Tag: magical identity
As I cast my mind back to my working life where, after years of adopting every organisational strategy I could lay my hands on, I broke not from the pressure of leading but the pressure of the day-to-day admin. When I cast my mind back to then, and contrast it with now, I realise that two things have changed for me – and both are about claiming the real power of the Sage.
So tell me. Have you learned how to be wrong (or even just ignorant) without that internal steam valve going off somewhere inside you? Did you get taught that at school? Because being ignorant and being wrong are two of the most essential foundation stones of deep, powerful, transformational learning.
So here’s the thing. I took my fledgling, sensitive, vulnerable Seer out to play and she did a great job. She told me not to do the reading – but I didn’t listen. Because I had a stronger channel for my magic, one I had been using for years, one that people liked, wanted and weren’t threatened by – my Healer.
So I’m guessing you’ve heard of the wounded healer before? The person who takes their own healing journey and discovers through that journey that they posses healing abilities that help not just themselves, but others? Inspirational people who took a bad hand and turn it into a good one.
If you have never had a moment when you felt powerless, overwhelmed, distraught or incapable of digging your way out, then you haven’t yet finished life’s great journey.
For so many of my clients deciding which bits of themselves to present to the world is a job in itself. It can be hard to digest someone who is cynical and idealistic, scientific and spiritual, heart and head, intellectual and intuitive. You don’t fit in a neat box and there’s always the worry that your audience will value one side of you but dismiss the other.
The grip of Isa, the rune of ice (according to the northern European ancestors), from which the conscious identity of ‘ego’ is built and from which the word ‘I’ is born. What was once strange and unfamiliar becomes familiar and comfortable.