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I'M
STANDING IN A LINE that stretches one block around the corner
from the front door of St. Andrew's Wesley Church in downtown
Vancouver, waiting for the doors to open. At 6:30pm, the sun has
long disappeared over the horizon, and the temperature hovers
around one degree celsius, making the wait barely tolerable. In
front and behind me are mostly middle aged women of two types:
the first tend to be dressed in rich, well-cut fabrics with silk
scarves, and expertly styled and coloured hair that shimmers under
the sodium street lights; the second type appear to spend their
time and money on other pursuits. I imagine them raising organic
vegetables in their own garden, or perhaps covered in mud, spinning
pottery in their home studio.
"Where
are all the men?" I think.
A
tall, successful looking woman with a maroon and gold scarf around
her neck asks her friend, "I wonder how much she charges to do
speaking engagements?" I notice that her scarf matches her copper
hair.
"I
don't know. Maybe $500?" suggests her friend.
I
smile at their niaveté, and turn around to talk to them.
"Carolyn Myss (pronounced 'mace') is on a book tour, so her publisher
probably covers most expenses," I say to them.
A
woman with an official demeanor interrupts our conversation by
addressing our section of the line-up. She says, "Does everyone
in line have a ticket? All fourteen hundred tickets are sold out,
so if you don't have a ticket, then you're out of luck."
I
silently calculate fifteen dollars times fourteen hundred people
Maybe the book publisher doesn't contribute! Someone's
making half my yearly salary in one evening.
A
petite and attractive dark-haired woman in front of me asks, "Have
you seen Carolyn Myss talk before?
"Only
on video. This is my first time," I say. "Have you?"
The
dark-haired woman says, "Me neither. But I've seen her on PBS
and boy, is she ever
brutal. It makes me nervous." I notice
she's in her mid-thirties and looks anxious. "Have you read Sacred
Contracts, her new book?" she asks me.
"Yes,
I just bought it last week." I say.
"Oh,
it's so scary," she says. "All that stuff about archetypes - like
the prostitute, victim, child and saboteur - they're so disturbing.
It makes me realize how often I'm a prostitute, always selling
my soul to get other people's affections. It's so hard to take."
Her wide eyes plead with understanding and longing.
I
take a deep breath in to ground my energy. She's feeding off it,
trying to replenish herself. Obviously she hasn't read Carolyn
Myss's book Why People Don't Heal and How They Can. Myss
explains how our self-help culture has become one that's based
on "victimology." Our identity is founded on our suffering rather
than our strengths. Within seconds of meeting this anxious lady,
I already know too much about her. But I'm practicing compassion,
and try to think of something to say that would empower her, while
showing empathy.
"They're
not meant to create fear," I say to the dark-haired woman. "The
archetypes are meant to give you tools to understand, observe
and transcend your behavior patterns." On the street behind us
we hear horns blaring, because a car tries to turn into a one-way
lane, nearly causing an accident.
"Oh
my god," she says. "Driving is so dangerous. That reminds me of
when I ran into a car and the driver turned out to be a lawyer.
Of course, that's just my luck - out of anyone, I hit a lawyer!
I haven't driven since." She looks at me, expecting approval and
confirmation of her beliefs.
Thankfully,
the line starts to move forward, and I don't need to respond.
WHEN
I HEARD about the Carolyn Myss speaking event on January 21,
I immediately bought my ticket. I knew they'd sell out quickly.
Since discovering Myss' writings, I knew I'd found one of North
America's most influential and insightful healers. Since her introduction
to the world with her books, Anatomy of the Spirit and
Why People Don't Heal and How They Can, she was recognized
worldwide, to great acclaim, and twice made the New York Times
bestsellers list.
Myss
is regarded for three reasons, the first being her medical intuitive
ability. She combined forces in 1983 with C. Norman Shealy, M.D.,
Ph.D., with whom she worked to refine her skills as a medical
intuitive. He would back up her paranormal insights with scientific
fact. Myss is able to read the energy field around a human being,
and describe the energetic dysfunctions that are present within
her client's bodies. She treats the body and spirit equally, as
interdependent aspects of oneself.
Myss
is also honored for her academic knowledge and interpretive abilities.
After receiving a degree in journalism, and working in the new
age publishing industry as an editor, she felt an inner calling
to study spirituality. She received a Masters in Theology at Mundelein
College, which followed with a Ph.D. from Greenwich University,
in Intuition and Energy Medicine. As a result, her writing is
grounded in academia - including philosophy, theology and contemporary
new age thought. She quotes source texts from major religions,
including Christianity, Buddhism, and Islam; Celtic myths; and
popular fairy tales. In a cross-disciplinary manner, she examines
their shared spiritual meanings. And in each book manages to find
a way to tie these disparate thoughts into a new working model
of healing - one which increases our understanding of the spiritual
journey.
Finally,
Myss is notorious for her ruthlessness with people. When she sees
into the fears that stop a person from empowerment, Myss delivers
her insight with force. In Sacred Contracts, she explains,
"in those moments I am looking through the personality and into
the heart of their passion to transform the ordinariness of their
lives into the extraordinary - meaning their greater potential
in this lifetime." The queen is the archetype that corresponds
to her actions here - Myss says she, "symbolically decapitates
people who are yearning for liberation from their fears." Perhaps
the anxious dark-haired woman I spoke with in line has reason
to fear Myss. She doesn't soften her interactions with people
until she feels they have, "made a conscious connection to their
excuses and self-sabotage." While it's shattering to be in the
line of fire of naked truth, it's ultimately transforming. Myss
isn't the gentle, nurturing mother often expected in new age circles.
Instead she's the Shakti, a force who destroys in order to create
anew.
I
wanted to attend Myss' talk because I wanted to see her in action.
It's like the dark thrill of seeing a car accident, while knowing
no one gets hurt.
I
SLOWLY SHUFFLE into the main Sanctuary, designed in the Norman
architectural style. It's characterized by its massive pillars,
and semi-circular doorways and windows. The vaulted ceiling is
high enough to allow a legion of angels to flutter about. An unseen
pianist is playing Bach in the background. Being among the first
in line, I think I have a good chance of finding a seat in the
front. But once up there, I see that the first twelve rows are
already packed with eager Carolyn Myss fans. Returning to the
pews at the back, I see a hand waving at me, and the maroon-scarfed
woman I was in line with earlier stands and says, "We saved a
seat for you."
"Is
that ever nice," I say with a big smile. I feel blessed by her
generosity. Looking down the fifteen foot long bench, I don't
see any spaces. "Are you sure there's room?"
"Oh
yes, just scoot in. We'll find some room for you," she says.
After
upsetting about nine seated patrons who irreligiously stand on
the bench to let me pass, I find a cozy seat, giving me just enough
room to hold my shoulders square. I wonder, "Would I be thoughtful
enough to even think of holding a seat for a stranger?"
I
wait, chatting occasionally to my new friends, while watching
swarms of people fill every corner of the cross-shaped sanctuary.
Men of every age begin to appear in the pews, scattered in pockets
among the women. There's even a kid with raspberry kool-aid coloured
hair, whose eyebrows, nose and lips are pierced with rings. Thirty
minutes later, the lights dim, and into the chancel walks a small,
slender woman. She's wearing a bland outfit of gray slacks and
jacket, and a pink, black and gray striped sweater. But I notice
she walks with a regal grace.
"Now
remember. You're not born yet," Myss says sternly, like
an evangelist preacher looking for recruits to be baptized. She
speaks into a cordless microphone, like a pop star, with a moderate
Chicago accent. "Imagine you're not yet born and are being prepared
for incarnation. You must be born for some purpose, and this purpose
is going to be burned into your soul, so you won't forget when
you're in a human body," she explains. The audience and I are
silent, caught up in imagining such a state of being.
"Your
purpose is clearly defined. Human experience is about discovering
how powerful you are as vehicles of creative expression," she
says. "In order to discover your power, you're given a schedule
of people you may meet, places you may go, and experiences you
may have. It's a situation where destiny and free choice walk
hand-in-hand."
A
young woman arriving late attempts to make it to her seat in the
second pew from the front. She's an easy mark for Myss' unmerciless
humor. "What are you doing?" Myss says aloud. "Are you trying
to make it to your seat without being seen?" The audience laughs
nervously. "I've never understood how people think they can be
invisible by stooping around and tiptoeing to their seat." Myss
unkindly mimics her, appearing more like Frankenstein than her
target. "It's like when people whisper," she hisses loudly, "Thinking
that no one can hear them." Bursts of audience laughter.
"And
that feather boa you're wearing isn't helping," she adds.
Myss
gets her payoff. The audience peels into horrified laughter. Her
technique is as subtle as spraying mace into open eyes. She continues,
"No one is born empowered. Not even the saints or Buddha himself.
It's a journey that you must take on your own. Fortunately, each
of us is given lots of help on the path. This includes your allies,
people with whom you form positive and supportive relationships,
as well as your adversaries, who teach you to grow spiritually,
albeit painfully."
It
occurs to me that Myss antagonized the woman with the feather
boa for a purpose higher than just getting a laugh. Was she indirectly
telling her to own her power, and walk without apology for her
existence?
"And
you're given archetypes. These are the blueprints that guide you
in your decisions," Myss says. "Learning to recognize how they
influence your reactions gives you greater choice and understanding
on your own path to power."
POWER
IS A COMMON THEME in Myss' writings. For her, becoming empowered
is about breaking away from the tribe mentality, which involves
various stages of risk and courage. Our first test involves overcoming
family-of-origin beliefs, such as religion, politics and other
ideas about the world, that suppress our individual passions from
being fulfilled. The tribe extends to the group influence, which
may be cultural, national or global in origin, and makes us believe
in the illusion that power comes from our ability to control the
outside world. In these instances, our value is measured by worldly
successes. But at some point, she writes, everyone is disappointed
with this outwardly driven striving. In our suffering, we turn
inward, and learn to define success by our own, more spiritual
estimations.
Spiritual
empowerment involves making the decision to never give away our
spirit for the security or approval of others; and to stop living
in the past of resentments, or the promises of the future. In
the process, we lighten our psychic load, and our spirit has more
energy to invest in inner guidance. We no longer give away our
power to others or outward things, but use it to manifest our
highest potential. "Creating synchronicities doesn't come cheap,"
she says. "You require a great deal of energetic reserves to be
able to trade it in for opportunities. Miraculous opportunities
that bring you closer to your highest potential, and puts you
on the fast track to fulfilling it."
Myss'
newest contribution to self-empowerment is to identify your personal
archetypes, and then using a method of 'chance,' cast your archetypes
onto a wheel that resembles an astrological chart. For many years,
when giving intuitive readings to people, she often saw a symbol
for the client in her mind's eye. Myss learned that the archetypical
symbols she intuited, represented an aspect of the client's psyche
that required self-awareness, in order for healing to occur and
empowerment to be realized.
While
the term "archetype" is difficult to grasp, Myss reminds us that
we use archetypes in our daily conversations. "Isn't she a Princess,"
we say about a woman who feels entitled to special treatment.
Or, "Who does he think he is - Don Juan?" we say when criticizing
(or perhaps admiring) a womanizing man. From decades of popular
psychology, we're all familiar with our inner "Child," and the
games of the "Victim, Rescuer and Saboteur." Myss includes a whole
index of archetypes in her book, Sacred Contracts, and asks us
to identify a total of 12 that we relate to on some level. Complicating
matters somewhat, each archetype has a sacred aspect, and a shadow
aspect. For example, if you tend to sell your spirit and dreams
in exchange for the safety of material comforts, you're the Prostitute.
But once you identify and become conscious of how you play out
the behavior patterns of the Prostitute archetype, you can choose
to not play out its dynamics. Then it becomes the Sacred Prostitute
- the holy aspect of yourself that reminds you not to 'sell out.'
By discovering our shadow patterns, and acknowledging our sacred
ones, Myss purports that we can become more aware of our behavior
patterns, and make conscious choices that are more in sync with
our spirit.
After
choosing twelve archetypes, the fun begins with "casting your
wheel." Myss 'reinvents the wheel' with a 12-sectioned circle
called "houses." Each house is numbered, and corresponds to an
aspect of self and life:
- ego
and personality
-
home
-
creativity and good fortune
-
occupation and health
-
marriage and relationships
-
other people's resources
-
spirituality
-
highest potential
-
relationship to the world
-
the unconscious
By
writing your archetypes on individual pieces of paper and placing
them in one pile, and the numbers one through twelve on other
individual pieces of paper and placing them in a different pile,
chance is used to place your archetypes in each house. Once you've
stated your intention and put yourself in a meditative state,
then you select from the first pile an archetype, and match it
up with a number that represents the house it belongs in. Myss
writes, "Your archetypes will be guided into their appropriate
houses by the energy of simultaneity, coincidence, spiritual order,
divine paradox and destiny."
By
matching archetypes with a house, Myss explains that new insights
and connections are made, increasing self-awareness and the potential
for making choices that are self-empowering. By avoiding decisions
that complicate our lives, we make room for "energetic reserves"
that can be used for fulfilling our sacred contracts - our highest
potential and the purpose for our lives.
QUEEN
MYSS IS WINDING DOWN, coming to the end of her lecture, and
already a line-up is forming near the pulpit for devotees to pay
their respects and - just possibly, be endowed with her royal
signature. The Rebel in me, which landed in the house "My Relationship
to the World," loves the irony involved in listening to a new
age preacher in the sanctity of a Christian church. But my butt
is hurting from sitting on the hard pew, and the Hedonist archetype
found in my "Ego and Personality house"
is complaining.
"You'll
never be able to live an empowered life without hurting someone,"
Myss says. "You need to learn self-authority and not be afraid
of independent thought and action. And only then will you receive
visionary insight, and high-powered intuition." I glance at the
people in the line-up, wondering if they're taking in what Myss
just said. I notice the anxious, dark-haired woman I spoke with
earlier. She's clutching a copy of Sacred Contracts to
her breast, looking eagerly at Myss.
"You'll
find yourself following the most absurd guidance. After all, you
only follow logical guidance when you're afraid." Myss says, with
a wicked grin on her face.
In
find myself sneaking out of the pew, stumbling over seated people's
feet and purses. I feel drawn to say something to the dark-haired
woman, but I don't know what I'm going to say or why I'm doing
it. All I hope is that I don't embarrass myself. Suddenly the
audience stands clapping, giving me cover.
She
sees me coming toward her, pushing through the crowd, and breaks
into a smile of recognition. "What am I doing?" I think. "I can't
believe I'm doing this!" But I smile back and hear myself saying,
"How did you enjoy Caroline Myss' talk?"
"I
loved it!" she squeals. "And she wasn't as scary as I thought
she would be."
I
want to tell this dear woman that she's as powerful and significant
as Myss; that her sacred purpose is equal in importance; and she
needn't feel so victimized by the world. Perhaps it's the Teacher
archetype in my "Spirituality" house.
But
all I say is, "I'm glad to hear you say that."
I
touch her on the shoulder and with a silent blessing turn toward
the exit.
©
2002 Michael Jorgensen
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