A Change of Perspective

I spent Halloween weekend in Los Angeles at a writing retreat.

Our facilitator handed us unicorn headbands replete with horns and pastel colored flowing ribbons. The directions were to place the unicorn headband atop our heads and write as though we were a unicorn. We were to write about our unique writing style as a “special being.”

Another assignment was to write memories of being a child with using color crayons as we wrote with crayons. I felt frustrated as the wax slipped often and I couldn’t read what showed up faint on the page. The facilitator suggested if I were to write a scene with the predominate energy of frustrating to grab a crayon or two and begin scribbling.

We were told to write about someone we didn’t like. To describe them. To bring them to life. To express ourselves fully with hatred. She stopped us half way through the process. Then she handed us rose colored (pink) heart shaped glasses. We were encouraged to finished from a place of rosiness.

My favorite assignment was the unicorn. This was the first time I wrote from a non-human perspective. I experienced enchantment while writing as a fictitious beloved mystical character. I wrote about my longing to experience humanity and my perception of the cool stuff that came along with being human. I wrote about seeing people from both the visible and invisible perspective, wanting people to see themselves as I did.

Many of my spiritual friends have wished themselves deceased as they remember the energy of being connected/as Source without the struggle of being embodied. I haven’t experienced this as I have always been fascinated with being embodied and I have loved the Beauty of this planet. I have found that meditating brings me into the place of unrestricted access where I can experience the Divine Invisible without the need of leaving my body behind. And I am fascinated with humanity and the various levels of consciousness of each person. I watch the furthering of the human race through the collective and the struggle each individual encounters between expressing good or bad, self or not-self, until an integration happens and the Holy Spirit leads the expression.

At the retreat I became fascinated with the New Testament’s opening “in the beginning was the word, and the word was God.” As I was cloaked in the unicorn mindset I could see the concept of creating worlds, healing self and others, expanding possibilities, manifesting and the power of words. I get how this is said to analogous to God.