Human sacrifice, in the dramatic sense, has formed more or less into a myth nowadays. But the myth still lives on with sacrifices made in war and political power plays over the people. Animals sacrificed for consumerism. The earth sacrificed for human comfort and instant gratification.
This article is dedicated to looking at sacrifice in another sense.
When looking to create something new in your life – something which is deeply important to you – there is a degree that you need to step out of your comfort zone. A new workshop, a marriage, a deliciously decadent holiday, a new job – whatever it is that is important to you that you do not yet have.
Through the act of creating, transformation occurs. To transform on the outside, it must also occur within. There is always a point of chaos in the creative process, where you don’t feel in control anymore. There is a point where, no matter how much positivity or talking it up you give out, the truth is that you could risk it all. It’s no longer guaranteed.
But there’s a tipping point.
Whether it be pride, your idea of morality, time, money, energy, security, hiding, safety - to the ego, it feels like giving up your left limb. So, in order to maintain its sense of self, its orientation, it holds on for dear life.
In the stories of sacrifice – you give up something important (sacrifice it) to attain your greatest wish or desire.
With a belief held that I didn’t have the inner drive to make the workshops happen – I was using all my inner strength and resolve to make sure that I completed the workshop from A to Z, in the time frame set up. So that others wouldn’t judge me and I wouldn’t be a disappointment in the eyes of others. On some level, I didn’t want to sacrifice that part of myself.
My workshops will be created, because I am connected to the vision of them. In the language of the soul, time does not exist – and in my soul, there only exists rhythm. When I stop to smell the roses, I feel the rhythm of life and my creations. The need to rush is only an illusion of my ego that I'm not enough. My ego is a genius at sucking the joy out of my creation in the mad rush to force it out there.
I had spent Mother’s Day in secret agony, with my family but unable to enjoy my time with them because of these workshops that I believed needed to be forced out in a set time frame. And I was just about to do the same on my husband’s birthday. Although I would be there in person, I would have wasted that precious time with them. What a sacrifice it would’ve been!
Sacrifice is a given when transformation occurs. Something must die and be deconstructed to create the new, consciously or unconsciously. Will you choose to sacrifice your vision and dreams or the ideas you’ve transfixed upon as ‘the way’ they can come into existence?