Have you ever heard of ComicCon?
I hadn’t either, until my 14 year old daughter set aside $45 of her own savings and purchased tickets two months in advance for the weekend pass.
I love seeing at play the truest example of human beings, doing their
thing, being drawn to what they are drawn to, no excuses, no denial,
just pure genuine interest. In comics.
I always have some kind of comic-oriented calendar in my kitchen,
a new one every year. Last year it was Wonder Woman. Every month
a new fabulous moment from some fantastic story.
Kind of like all the fantastical stories I generate daily with my thinking!
When I am believing my stressful thoughts, often I really investigate
how it feels in the body when I believe them. Heavy, hopeless, thick, burdened,
low, weighted, tired, lethargic, foggy.
Like Superman with kryptonite around!
Yesterday I must admit, I was examing the three sets of stitches around
my knee from my recent surgery. I noticed the little inkling of one idea
enter my mind: “this is just the beginning of the end….I thought I could
escape aging, but I’m going to be in it just like everyone else…my other
knee could also get injured…gosh, I sure have a lot of wrinkles now that
I think about it….”
The next thing I knew I was wondering what it was going to be like to
DIE!
The thing is, having the Work to use as a tool is truly amazing. I can tell
by the feeling in my body that I’m believing this whole wrinkle/knee operation/
death thing that my mind took 3 seconds to scare me with was BAD.
How would it feel emotionally, physically, mentally if I didn’t believe any
of that story?
Like Superman without the kryptonite! POW! BAM! ZOOM!
Really, without the fear that death is terrible, without the thought that
my body will never be the same, or that it should be, or that wrinkles mean
aging which means death is closer….then I have a soaring feeling of joy.
I feel expansive and I feel like absolutely cracking up. My sense of humor
comes back.
This is a gimp period of time, apprently, in the physical story of me.
I limp up the road, I take a moment to get the left leg out of the car when
I’ve been driving.
There’s a little frankenstein thing going on around my left knee.
But the story is endlessly changing, and part of me watches and is entertained,
especially without believing the story, just like reading the comics!