On our path to becoming a winner in the game of life, we swing from victim to villain role until we find our balance physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, becoming our own heroine.
The journey provides the diversion and the thrill while the soul in another dimension essentially pulls the strings until all four aspects are fully developed.
Much like a mirror on the wall to show our beauty spots and our warts other players are attracted into our lives to highlight our strength and – even more importantly – our weaknesses so that we can become aware of them and work on them. Each player awakens to his own characteristics by the contrast with other participants in the game.
Parents for instance may be unconscious of their own vices which I call virtues in the making until their children start to mimic them. That is why relationships are so important in life as it is quite difficult to discover yourself on your own.
However, at the final stage of the game a player will have developed a sense for her four aspects. Here is my own example:
My Children
Do I have children, you ask?
Not in a traditional
sense.
But I have children. Only one
can you see, and you might even
think she is me,
unless you
know the secret that I am
not my body.
So before I confuse you, let
me introduce you to my sometimes
slothful child, who never
plans to leave home. Her
name like my grandmother’s
is Lula Belle
Lula Belle is my physical child
who has a loud rebellious
voice and screams inside
my head, “Gimme
gimme gimme,” especially when we
walk past a donut store.
She screams for candies,
for sugars, but especially
for coca cola with ground peanuts
inside.
I can never
buy a box of candy, or she’d
eat it whole in one gloriously
greedy sitting.
I have to buy only what I will
allow her to eat that day, or
she’d be up sleepwalking
while I’m away in my dreams.
WEIGHT
Lula Belle’s always fighting
with her weight. If I let her,
she’d become heavy as a hippopotamus
or an elephant loving to charge
at any one who threatened her territory.
I’m constantly giving
her visions of being sleek as a
a leopard that wild game hunters
stalk, but rarely
catch.
After a few months as a sleek
predator, she gets bored with elegance.
Besides she’s scared one of the
hunters might catch her, and she’d get
devoured. Then I have to hold in
the reins, calming her fears.
If I don’t, she becomes a ravenous hunter
herself, looking for the next supper.
Balance she has not found.
I still ask myself sometimes, “How
come Lula Belle is so average,
when her genes come from the most
handsome of men and the most beautiful
of women?”
HAIR
Lula Belle dyes her hair compulsively.
At the slightest upset, she dyes her
hair light reddish blonde - Nice’n Easy.
She buys it by the case ,
not leaving room in my garage for the car.
Underneath she has mousy, stringy
brown hair. Wait a minute, who’s kidding who?
Lula Belle probably has
all white hair now with streaks of
silver cascading down, but we’ll never
know that, if she has her way.
We almost found out just how much grey
and white hair Lula Belle
really had, as I had decided to age gracefully
while in South Africa
and to cease dying our hair.
But Lula Belle protested so
loud and showed me that she might be
mistaken for some poor grey haired lady
who’d be mugged right on the spot.
So against my better judgment, I’ve let
her continue to dye her hair red, at
least for the moment.
But then Lula Belle began dying her
hair when she was really young. She
said she couldn’t help it if God made
a mistake, she was supposed to be a
redhead to go with her fiery temperament.
She claimed she came here to help God anyway,
and she might as well start with her,
and with that she started pouring mercurochrome
and iodine on her hair after she barely
began to talk.
I well remember my first
argument with her about that red hair.
I should have known that she’d always
outtalk me, and I’d give in.
Learning to say “No” to Lula Belle has really
given me a workout.
I can still be conned
and cajoled, like any mother,
spiritual or no.
I’m still evolving myself.
THE WILD SIDE
Without strong control, Lula
Belle would walk only
the wild side. She’d
be between every sheet,
lusting after everyone
in sight.
She thinks that
when you love, it should
be taken to a conclusion,
and never wants to stop
her love above the waist.
I learned long ago
that my physical body is a part of
me, but not me.
DRINK
Lula Belle is such an addictive
child that if left unbridled,
she would run wild among all
the liquor stores, just like her father.
He never learned what the word
“no” meant, and neither has
she.
Boundaries and rules are
just meant to be broken as
far as either were concerned.
Ageless
Imagine a middle aged woman
with Lula Belle as her child, but then I’m
far older, actually ageless.
Lula Belle doesn’t think it was fair that I
am immortal and ageless, while she still
responds to gravity. She doesn’t want her
body lying in the ground for worms to crawl
through, nor does she want it to go up in
flames and her ashes thrown all about.
Last year she found a solution
that ensures her resurrection and her immortality.
Now she’s always hounding me to hurry up and
finish my mission so her organs can be given
to those patients who need transplants.
She’s got this
scheme of how by giving out her different
parts, she could be in as many as fifty people
at a time, and then when it’s their time to die,
she can be transplanted to other bodies.
Then she’ll be just like me and never die.
She’s a wild woman that Lula Belle,
and there’s no ignoring her, that’s for
sure.
So where am I you ask? Well, I’m usually about
three feet behind Lula Belle’s head with a panoramic
view of my territory, both inside and out.
Coming tomorrow - my other two children and then the most formidable player of the game!