For Every Wish There’s a Price to Pay
It ain’t a ‘how-to’ manual, but for these purposes, it works…
“Deepen your practice. Practice your craft. Craft your experience.” ~ M.O’D.
I’ve probably said that to myself thousands of times over the last few years.
And in my experience, it works (so long as I remember that the last bit there is entirely dependent on the first two…)
But, like with anything, there’s a price to pay.
Because crafting equals creating, and creating implies a certain amount of destruction—you don’t expect to chisel a masterpiece out of marble without taking some chips out of the original block.
So it is with any no-known-endgame transformational practice, art or craft…
The deeper into ya get, the more sure you can be that there’ll be some collateral “damage”.
For every gain, a loss.
Question is, is it worth it?
In my non-humble opinion the answer’s almost always a resounding YES.
Making space for the new, after all, requires getting rid of something of the old (if’n ya want the new to fully inhabit the space, anyway) and that’s okay, even desirable.
And so long as you’re sure that it’s time for the old to go, even if you don’t yet know what the new is gonna look like.
Almost always, a leap of faith is involved.
And as there is no halfway house of the Soul, leap we must…
But, speaking for myself, that doesn’t mean that I’m not sometimes surprised by what (or who) drops away whilst I attempt to clear yet another experiential canyon.
Case in point: not long ago I sent out one of my regular newsies with the pretext “If I do this right I’ll probably get in trouble…”
And I did.
Well, maybe not ‘trouble’, but several people unsubscribed almost immediately after I sent that email out.
No biggie. If you have a list, you know that people unsubscribing is just part of the deal (and of course they’re gonna do it when they see your name in their inbox again—that’s when they’re like, ‘Oh, yeah, I’m sick of this motherfucker!’ [unsubscribe]).
But what surprised me was that each of those unsubs were from people who had been damn near fanatical about supporting me in the past—reading every newsie, emailing me constantly (multiple times a day in one case), sharing everything I wrote on their social media channels…
I really didn’t see that coming.
And frankly, it gave me pause…
How did I piss them off?
Maybe it just goes to show you can’t trust a fanatic, even or especially if YOU are the cause they are rallying behind?
If my words weren’t speaking to them (or if they were offended by the colorful metaphors and occasional f-bombs I employ to cut through the cognitive crud) then I’m glad that they’re no longer receiving these communiques.
Like garments and beliefs, we sometimes outgrow people.
I can live with that. And, not only that, happily.
Small price to pay, really, for the unbelievably liberating feeling I get when I know I’ve spoken my truth.
And, quoting Mr. Chappelle, ““As a policy, you gotta understand, I never feel bad about anything I say up here…”
Unlike Mr. D.C., however, I can’t claim that I’m just fucking around.
I believe that words have power—they carry weight, and lightness, and if used correctly, can speak to BEING…
I’m going to keep chiseling away at this piece of rock.
And, true to the story at work here, for every loss, a gain—that email got forwarded by a few folks, and I picked up twice as many new readers as the ones who opted out.
More important and to the point: life is like this, and using this weird cause & effect technique to consciously craft your experience brings out the soul in the stone all the more quickly.
And the hammer swings high,
PS. I love it when this happens. Just as I was finishing this thing up, a meme was forwarded to me with a quote I’d never seen before:
Everything good I’ve ever gotten in life, I only got because I gave something else up.