SoulCollage Takeover

The Water Bearer. I am Sirena, your beloved familiar, the one swimming beneath & behind your consciousness, quenching or replenishing your thoughts & dreams with washes of color & vibrancy; the one who has no doubts about you. Miss Congeniality. I am the overlay enforced on your reality by those external, the one they prefer to interact with, rote, performing, always on cue: seen but not heard, seen but not KNOWN -- at your expense. The Wit. I am "Neener", the one making merry, unexpected, spontaneous, clever, and raucous with hilarity. I am the gut-busting belly laughter preventing grudges, the teeter that totters you from stress to release, the unabashed kook. True story. The Preener. I am the one-winged bird upon your shoulder, pulling your creativity like strands of hair through my beak, culling the bright gleaming threads from the drab & setting them to flight on my sacrificed wing through the currents of your vision. [This one SINGS inside me!!] Dark Shadows. I am Depression, the one waiting in the black airless vacuum lit only by toxic sparks of self-loathing, the one madly measuring you on scales calibrated by condemnation. The Critic. I am Melissa, the one redirecting your brilliance to the shadows beneath my negativity cloak, carefully, cruelly, casually chiseling it to stones of fear & dismissal, used by me to hammer flat your keys of uniqueness in order to lock you in the "Who Do You Think You Are?" room with me forever. Intuition. I am the sieve & unerring assessor of your sensory input, who thrusts immediacy of action, wholly articulated, up through your base & bones to the urgency of your awareness. We are strong when you receive, listen to, and act on my voice at its moment of penetration.

I am completely absorbed, to the exclusion of everything else, except for this: in the back of my mind, but also in the fore, I'm worried about time. One week to meditate, meet, introduce, an entire internal group ... I won't be willing to maintain such a pace if it's ongoing. These nuances of self that are coming forward need time to ventilate, articulate, interact, stretch, tilt their heads back into the light of recognition. I still have at least 8 more cards I want to do for this group alone, but I can't continue to ignore -- well -- MY LIFE, in favor of creating SoulCollage cards. I'm serious about this process and will relinquish external prompts in favor of allowing the waters to rise and be met as I need, in order to make the most of the lessons.