Mythica: New Beginning
The end of the year 2011 was really rough for me. For as amazing as November was with the Sarasota chalk art festival and visiting my family, December was as low in emotional devastation. I don’t know how many of you are aware of the astrological event called “Mercury Retrograde.” So very briefly, it is when mercury appears in the night sky to go backwards because of its shorter orbit. Mercury being the planet of communication, it really tends to make issues with communication difficult. Not only was it during the holidays but also it was over my birthday and sign of Sagittarius, and in the moon of Gemini, which is my rising sign. So even if you aren’t aware what that means, what is important here is that in my entire life, I have never been do deeply affected by it.
From visiting home I came back sad from watching my parents seemingly age ten years over the past two years since I’ve seen them. Emotionally this was devastating. It was also the first holidays since breaking up with my girlfriend and her family. I was very sad not to get to spend Christmas morning in her home with a family I began to think and feel as my own. Friends invited me to their new place, and it was nice because we all ended up body painting for Christmas day. Unfortunately I got my allergies agitated from smoke, and then one week later, more with a home that had a cat. I ended up getting a NASTY sinus infection. It took me three weeks to recover…
It is in the midst of that recovery that this story begins… after January 1st (the end of Mercury retrograde go back full direct), the end of the emotional vomiting and clearing of December.
You can read about the Vision of Painting a Koi fish… I wrote earlier this year. It is from that I have had AMAZING synchronicity from focusing only on my dreams. There is nothing like being so sick you have to decide what you do and don’t have the energy for. It becomes incredibly clear what is and isn’t important. For me it boiled down to body painting or nothing. It seems from this alchemical process that something in me clicked. There was some distillation for which a switch went off in the universe.
Since the Friday before last I have been swimming in a sea, a tsunami of synchronicity. The woman who I painted in the wedding outfit, Anna, found out that I wanted to go to Las Vegas for the national body painting convention. So she just started saying “Mythica you ARE going!” It started out with plane tickets. I really DID want to go, and was trying to figure out what I was going to have to do to work it out. Turns out all I really had to do was in my heart… the rest, the universe has been making heaven and earth move.
In 24 hours of Anna declaring that I was going, and me in my heart fully committing to it… all of heaven broke loose! (If all hell can break loose can’t heaven???) Remember in one of the Harry Potter movies where Harry drinks the “lucky” potion? He just ends up doing things that lead him to when and where he’s supposed to be? My day was like “that!” I felt super lead to make this long paintbrush to paint in water on the sidewalk. I saw a YouTube video about guys in China doing sidewalk calligraphy paintings. It haunted me all day.
I went to the store and got the stuff I needed to do a makeshift brush. By the time I got back to the restaurant Anna works at I couldn’t wait one more second! I went outside to try it out. Anna came with me to take a video, pictures and watch. She exclaimed, “This is how you are getting the money for the ticket to the body painting convention!” She was right.
Because I was outside a guy was smoking who observed me painting on the sidewalk. I told him about being a body-painter and chalk artist. We went inside and I showed him my artwork. He and his friends were so impressed that they immediately started brainstorming how to market me. One of them started looking up domain names for my website. These guys were SERIOUS! I was so amazed by their generosity and the ferocity of their conviction my head started spinning.
Do you know when you are so excited it’s hard to talk intelligently let alone coherently??? I politely excused myself and went to go find Anna. She was at another table on the opposite side of the restaurant. She was with a table of friends, one of which was a previous waitress, Laura. I went and blathered on about these guys, how my dreams were coming true and needing to calm down to talk intelligently. There was also a gentlemen there I hadn’t seen before. He seemed very nice letting me interrupt his conversation with the girls. I calmed down enough to return to the other table.
The man asked Laura and Anna who I was and what was going on. They explained about the convention, the ticket, and showed him my body painting on their phones. The man opened his wallet pulled out 3 $100 bills, put it in a bucket and told Anna to take it to me…
Now let me pause this story for the full ramifications of this… earlier in the day I had to make several HARD choices about which bills to pay and if I could afford them. I also bought the stuff for the paintbrush because the divine was SO insistent despite hemming and hawing over buying $5 worth of body painting supplies. I put complete faith into the crazy notion of not paying one big bill, so I could get that brush… but because I DID… this whole moment would NOT have been possible.
So Anna walks over with a bucket, like the one for tips we used earlier for the brush outside. She presents it to me at the other table. I see those three bills… and the tears start threatening to burst out of me. I excuse myself to go in the other room where Anna follows me… THEN I burst into tears. I’m going to Vegas. My faith was rewarded. Anna was right, that the brush was how I was going to get to the body painting convention. It was more than enough… but each baby step and synchronicity was necessary. There was no part of all of those actions that I took, or that Anna took with me, that weren’t a part of an amazing orchestrated dance of the divine to get me to my dream. I cried harder. I can’t really write all the ramifications that this collectively meant for me in this moment.
After about three to five minutes of crying I calmed down enough to go out and thank the man for his generous gift.
That was a little over a week ago. Since that night every day has been nothing short of extraordinary. The universe has been unceasingly giving me more gifts in like kind since that day. I now feel like anything is truly possible, and that even if I don’t have the resources to do something the universe DOES… and that is all that matters. This is a new kind of life. Every day is mind-blowing and abundant. I tried to figure out what thought was the catalyst for me. What was the magic bullet so to speak. Then I found this quote that I posted on my fan page, and realized this was it.
“I will keep chasing my dreams until they come true, or I die. My life is at stake. Everyone’s is, they just don’t always know it.” ~Mythica