Last week, I wrote about the invisible puppet strings directing the course of one artist’s career.
And how the entire trajectory of that artist’s career changed once the Puppet Master had been revealed.
Where once the career had been flat lining, now it was moving ahead at the speed of illumination.
There are 3 secrets to this level of transformation that make all the difference in whether or not the potential for transformation manifests in our 3D reality (i.e., the very definition of magic…more on this in the weeks to come.).
#1: Observation is A Choice, Your Choice
If you are taking a photograph, the very nature of your choice rules out everything except where you focus the camera: this beetle with it’s gold and black pattern, not that waterfall cascading over moss-covered boulders behind you.
Our internal landscape is no different.
While we focus on one experience, or emotion, or memory, or sensation, there are literally billions of other possibilities that we are not focusing on. And in a flash, we can switch from the pain of a stubbed toe, to a memory glow from the last time we were lovingly touched.
This elemental, psychological law of focus saves us more than we might imagine. Like a parachute, it can pull us out of a nosedive when we are headed for a mighty painful landing.
Or, it can whip our attention around to what has been bugging us in the background for a long tim; something that will only stop bugging us once it’s acknowledged.
Once Upon A Time…
…when I was in the last semester of graduate classes, before hunkering down to write my dissertation, my bad girl decided to come out and mess with me.
In the middle of a two-hour, graduate level writing class, the instructor gave us a break with an authoritative warning that we had to return in precisely 15 minutes because the next section of the class had a timed sequence. Everyone had to start together.
I sashayed down the hall to the bathroom with every intention of returning to the class on time. If I had known then what I know now, the “sashay” would have been the first clue that my tattooed, nose pierced, black boots, inner Goth teenager was taking over.
However, even though I was collaborating with a local therapist on a new paradigm of internal aspects of self—which we called the Inner Family—I was not yet aware of how unacknowledged puppet strings could make me leap and turn and jump to a very different tune than the one I was “consciously” intending.
Transformation from the Dark Side
What I haven’t told you is this: the instructor of the writing course was another graduate student who was a marvelous writer, smart as a whip, and for me, an utterly charismatic and compelling personality.
We had became friends, mostly because I “sat at her feet,” a leftover psychological pattern from my relationship to my equally charismatic mother.
I emerged from the bathroom, relieved, but up to no good. I checked my watch. Ten minutes – plenty of time to wander down the stairs to another floor, sashay past an office where I glimpsed one of my professors.
On impulse, I poked my head in—“Hi!”
The professor waved me in curious about how my dissertation research was progressing. I perched on the edge of my chair, feeling oddly flirtatious as I sailed off into an intense conversation that went way past my allotted 10 minutes.
When I came to – literally – and my sassy and very satisfied inner teen let go of the puppet strings, I bolted out of the office, up the stairs, racing down the hall with that “Sh**t, I’ve really fu**ked up!” pit in my stomach.
I slinked into the darkened classroom with only candlelight, everyone bent over their papers, writing their hearts out.
The instructor glared at me as I slinked into my seat, as embarrassed as one of those dreams where you turn up in class without clothes on.
After class, she cornered me, demanding an explanation. Hadn’t she been clear before the break? Why had I disturbed the entire class by a late entrance…
At the time, I had no explanation. All I could do was apologized.
I left the room wondering how on earth I could have been so careless, oblivious to the Puppet Master’s skillful maneuvers.
Once Again, Observation is A Choice
The moral of this story: What we choose to not observe in our life is what controls our life.
It turns out, after using some of the techniques the therapist and I were co-creating, that my inner teen had never liked the writing instructor. She had been pissed off at me for “sitting at her feet,” as we (she and I) had sat at the feet of our mother.
My inner teen was aware of what I was not: that sitting at the feet of another woman was a pattern that did not serve my power, my truth, or my creativity.
Had I observed the inner promptings of this part of my self from the beginning, I would have simply respected this woman for who she was, learned what I could from her, and sat at my own feet.
Not observing these promptings led to an all out, inner revolt designed to get my attention once and for all – something teenagers are particularly good at.
What Are the Clues Around You?
Can you remember a time when you behaved out of character, what the consequences were, and who was pulling those puppet strings?
Because, as an artist who is imbuing her work with essential elements of Self, both the Puppet Master, the strings, and the incident can make a rich, rich broth of creative stew.
My new Manifesto For Visual Fine Artists is all about making sure you have the tools you need to discover whatever puppet strings are operating behind the scenes in your art career that are keeping you from the full satisfaction of success.
The Entire Manifesto Is Ready For You
My plan is to use this Sunday Series of Blog Posts to tease out sections of the manifesto and illuminate, ruminate, and expand, but I can’t do this alone.
I need my intrepid artists, the ones who find a resonance with exploring how we can all step so fully into our own creative flow that the consciousness of humanity also wakes up and steps into its collective creative flow.
If you would like a copy of the entire Manifesto For Visual Fine Artists, click here.
I want to hear … no, I need to hear about the principles you believe will take you closer and closer to the visionary summit of the truth and power in your art.
So, please… Tell me….
The Next Step
I have been coaching visual artists on their career path to Visionary Affluence since 2004.
That’s the ten-year minimum it takes to master any skill—not to say I’ve actually mastered anything. Just letting you know I have logged the 10,000 hours it takes to run fast enough, flap your wings hard enough, and leap high enough to discover whether or not you can fly.
And what I can tell you is how remarkable the view is from 10,000 hours above the creative landscape. I can spot enclaves of my artists as they sit ‘round mythical campfires at different levels of the Mt. Olympus climb to their dreams.
Leaning into the smell of a wood fire, these artists – intrepid visionaries every one – share their experiences with each other. A hawk cries out and circles overhead as the mountain range frames a bold streak of sunset sky deepening to blood red.
I invite you to join your fellow artists, and me, under the emerging stars of your own visions, where the expansive beauty of the horizon calls out, the fire is warm, and the truth of your heart is irresistible!
Your Truth – Your Power – Your Art
And I’ll keep you posted on the exciting new events, webinars, trainings, books, and successful artist interviews I’m mapping out as we climb this dream summit together.