"Book the theater so you'll write the play." These are the words I heard Tim Ferriss suggest in a recent podcast with Jon Batiste. (Do yourself a favor and listen to it here if you want to hear the story of a true artistic master). He recommends this metaphorical strategy to anyone feeling blocked creatively in any project.
As a Dharma Artist, what I heard as I listened was a maneuver for taking on Part X/ Anti-You/ insert whatever you like to call it.
So I turned my "booking the theater" into a Death Cookie! What if we don't even have to have the play written yet? What if booking the theater -- committing to a project -- is the Death Cookie? What if writing the play is actually the easy part?
I think my teacher, Erick Godsey, would call this an Initiation, like the Focused45 or the Slow78. In my case, I have 50 days from the day I metaphorically booked the theater until my metaphorical play is due. Maybe I should call it Booking50.
Here's my story:
For the past 7 years, I've been teaching a course in person that empowers people to play and practice with attuning to a calendar in sync with the rhythms of nature. I call it The Wheel Of The Year because that's what my Celtic ancestors called the calendar. I make it fun by designing each of the eight seasons around the masculine and feminine archetypes associated with each season.
The archetypes of the divine masculine and divine feminine are innate resources existing in latent form within each of us.
The core practice of the course I teach is to cultivate these parts/qualities by embodying them and allowing them to act through us.
The aspect of the divine masculine and feminine changes each season because there are different aspects associated with each season.
Within this container, I've watched people develop a level of comfort and confidence with their own innate ability to communicate with nature, create ancestral-based ceremony, reclaim the regenerative power of nature to heal the bodymind, and experience nature as mystical/magical (without needing the assistance of psychadelics).
But here's the catch...I took Erick's Mentally Fit class this summer and found out it's not ok that I'm not teaching courses online in the Shimmer.
Fuck!
Now that I know that, I can't unknown it!
This is the Death Cookie that presented itself to me in Sedona in September: Turn the Wheel Course into an online course. I even made the mistake of telling
and about this Death Cookie's presentation, so they decided it would be a good idea to up the ante by telling me they'd sign up if I had it ready by the end of December.Fuck!
This is what my Part X and Anti-You parts sound like when they talk, "I don't know anything about doing anything online. Where do I even start? What if I pick the wrong platform to host my course? How are people supposed to find out about this course on the shimmer? How do I even market it? Where? How? Do I need to make videos? I don't know what the fuck I'm doing! I don't know how to make videos! I don't know how to do online marketing. I don't know how to do online anything. What the fuck am I doing? Why did I think I would be able to do this? I'm so overwhelmed!
I know how to channel the spirit of every species on this planet (as well as the ones in higher dimensions), I know how to harness and direct quantum energy to heal injuries caused by doctors and their pharmaceuticals, and I know how to induce psychadelic experiences at will without the aide of any exogenous substance! But I can't figure out how to teach a goddamn online course?!?
This is the part in the play where I normally throw in the towel and go back to living my simple, off-grid life. But Erick keeps saying, The adults aren't coming. There are a few of us out here dammit. But he's right...I wasn't planning on coming back for any of you. I learned as a little girl, what the archetypal Mother does is: she abandons her children when they're most vulnerable.
But my soul heard the call of Erick's soul.
Fuck!
Now I can't unhear it!
This is a rescue mission now. Animus and I are coming back for as many exiles as we can find.
My Animus and I enlisted the help of my best friend,
, who is a marketing genius and one of the best examples of divine masculine in action to serve mama nature that I've ever seen. (He and my Animus have a crazy bromance going on). They both keep telling me, "Let go and Trust!"So last Sunday, I ate the fucking Death Cookie. I started an online Skool community called Soul Revolution (cuz of the revolution around the Sun and cuz we're taking back power from BigPharma and BigReligion and cuz of the evolution of our own souls).
I'M DOING THIS BY NOT KNOWING HOW THE FUCK TO DO IT!
I booked the theater -- started the community without knowing how to do anything online.
That was the Death Cookie.
Now I have 50 days to write the play -- i.e. start doing shit online before my course officially launches for Yule on December 22.
If you want to watch (or join), stop by Soul Revolution on Skool.
P.S. Oh btw, thanks to Erick and the MF class, this year will be the first time I'll weave our opposite gender qualities into our intentions for each season as well (aka we're gonna play with Anima & Animus this year!)