Reluctant mystic

A reluctant mystic is someone who knows they’re on the journey but is hesitant about Advisingtaking the next step.

We all have reluctant mystic moments.

What words of encouragement or advice would you give a friend experiencing a reluctant mystic moment?

What words of encouragement have helped you resume the journey when you were the reluctant one?

Please leave a comment – you never know who you might be helping.

Thanks for dropping by, Peter.

Choosing a horse for the journey

In mythology, the horse a hero rides symbolises the means or vehicle that hero has chosenknightonawildhorse for life’s journey, and it tells us something about who the hero thinks they are and where they think they’re going.

Sometimes that horse is chosen with great care; for example, if the hero is a knight setting out on a quest he chooses a well trained destrier or warhorse.

Sometimes heroes are not aware that they are heroes, let alone that they setting out on a quest, and they take whatever horse is available. Sometimes they take somebody else’s horse by mistake.

We’re all heroes on life’s journey, whether we’re aware of that or not, and we have all chosen a horse for the journey. As we’ve progressed on our journey, some of us have changed horses voluntarily and some of us have been thrown off and forced to choose again, when our horse has bolted or dropped dead.

The horses I have ridden and the journey they’ve taken me on

In my case, the first vocation or career aspiration I can recall is wanting to become a priest, when I was in primary school.  Probably had something to do with being the son of devout catholics, being schooled by the Sisters of St Joseph and being an altar boy – from aged seven or eight.

Somehow that horse got away from me when I was in high school, and for some strange reason, girls became more interesting. By the time I was doing my final year of high school, I was aspiring to become a fighter pilot, and had chosen all the required science and maths subjects required to get into the academy. I failed the flight assessment, so I didn’t get to ride that horse either.

Then life unfolded its own plan. I needed to win a scholarship to go onto university and there were only two types on offer at the time. I qualified for both – those science and math subjects delivered – I chose the teaching scholarship because it paid more and guaranteed a job at the end, for three years, if I got the degree. A safe horse.

So I ended up on a horse called teacher.

Now here’s the kicker. Being the son of a teacher, I had vowed that I would never be a teacher. Obviously, my soul had other plans.

I stayed with that horse for thirteen, nearly fourteen years, before it finally died on me and I was forced to get off and look for another ride.

johnny_automatic_bucking_horse_1My next choice was a disaster but, with hindsight, I can see that it allowed me to do something I probably would never have done, if I had still been on teacher. I got on a horse called insurance agent and, after a short ride, I got thrown. If you’ve never been thrown off a horse, let me tell you, it hurts.

However, while I was trying to ride that horse, I got the opportunity to do a course or two. One of them was a course called: Who am I? Let’s say that opened a door into a space I had no idea existed.

After being thrown from that horse, I took a break with a much gentler horse in the home paddock, and spent twelve months looking after the house, and bussing two small boys to and from school. That year I worked my way through A Course in Miracles.

If you know nothing about that course, let me just say that it’s designed so that at the end of it you feel both ‘shaken and stirred’. It challenges all your preconceived notions of reality, and then some.

The next horse I mounted was called banker and I had a safe, steady ride for ten years. I found out lots of stuff about money and collected an accounting degree, before deciding the ride had become boring. I voluntarily dismounted and climbed onto a horse that I thought was called tax auditor, but who turned out to be called writer. As you can see, I’m still riding that horse and we’ve got big plans for the next part of our journey together.

I’m not on the same horse I started with and it’s been an interesting ride. I thought I was planning the journey but I know now that I wasn’t. If I had been planning the journey I would not have ended up here.

An invitation to reflect on the horses you’ve chosen and the journey they’ve taken you on

Cast your mind back to when you were young and dreaming about what you would become when you grew up or, if you’re still young, think about the choices you’re facing now as you start out.

What horse are you riding?

Is it the same horse you chose at the start of your journey?

Why are you riding that particular horse?

How many times did you change your mind before you chose that ride?

Did things work out as you had planned or did you find yourself doing something else?

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Leave a comment if you’d like to share some of your thoughts.

 

Thanks for dropping by, Peter

The images are from Open Clipart

No ordinary moments

All of us live a life composed of moments. One moment follows another, from the moment of birth to the moment of death.

Most of us, given the media coverage of today’s heroes and celebrities, believe we live ordinary lives. We might have the occasional special moment, like getting married, the birth of a child, launching a business venture or retiring after forty years in the workforce, but in the main, we see our lives as routine.

But routine does not necessarily mean ordinary.

Your life is ordinary only if you think it has no meaning. When you come to understand that your life has meaning, there are no ordinary moments. Every moment is a gift from your soul, as it guides you home.

Most of us are living life on cruise control, so we don’t notice what the soul is up to – until it presents us with a moment that really gets our attention.

The soul likes to nudge us towards our purpose, but we are an insensitive or reluctant lot, and sometimes we need more than a gentle nudge to shift our awareness. Sometimes we need a push or a jolt. Sometimes, like St Paul, we need to be thrown off our horse.

Some of us need to be thrown off our horse many times, because we insist on getting back on the same horse.

If we are awake to it, we are all on the hero’s journey. 

Be careful here, I’m talking about real heroes, not the pseudo heroes of the sports field or movie fame, but the hero as the person living life authentically.

We all know about the hero’s journey. It’s the basis of many stories and movies. One of the best examples of the conscious use of the hero’s journey, as mapped out by Joseph Campbell in The Hero with a Thousand Faces, is the Star Wars series.

If you stay on your horse or within your comfort zone, you can’t start the hero’s journey. 

That’s why the soul keeps nudging you, and you feel restless or dissatisfied with your life situation. For some of us, that nudging is enough to start us on the journey – several times.

Eventually, the soul presents us with an experience that we find difficult to ignore – our lover leaves, we lose our job, our business fails, we crash our car, our house is robbed, we get a serious illness or break a leg.

You get the picture, and if you’re awake enough when it happens, you might recognise the experience for what it is: a call to move out of your comfort zone, to get off the particular horse you’re riding at the time and set out on a different path – on a different horse.

Some of us resist the invitation to reflect on our life, to examine what we’ve been doing, to examine the things we believe to be the truth, to question what we’re here for, to take a new direction.

What’s going on in your life right now?

Are you at one of those moments when you’ve fallen from your horse?

I invite you to take a moment and have look, a real look.

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Don’t just get back on that horse.

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks for dropping by, Peter