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Be Brave. Be Blessed. Be Bald. Be Beautiful? Be Who?

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My daughter bought me a card for my birthday. It reads:

Be Brave. Be Beautiful. Be Blessed.
And inside it says: Be You.

“Be Brave”   The card has played out in my mind many times over the last several days as my hair began to fall out, and I woke each morning wondering if today would be the day to shave it. Each day, as it thinned, I put it off. I have thick hair, even after the short haircut. It was a bit amazing I could be losing so much hair, and it still looked ‘okay.’

Each day, I thought, “oh my Gom*, this is going to take a lot of bravery.”  I’ve been in awe of those who’ve experienced this and the amount of bravery it takes to suddenly look so different. To suddenly have to go out in the world, and know people don’t know how to respond because they don’t know how you are feeling about it all. To suddenly be noticeable where you weren’t before. Yes, even with the scarf.  To suddenly be labeled ‘sick.’  For some, to suddenly trigger that innate fear of cancer that they may have.  To suddenly face your own previous perceptions of those you’ve seen bald, or in chemo caps. To suddenly have a visual look that will require me to pay attention so that my own underlying thoughts aren’t playing havoc and telling me I’m sick.

I am not sick. I am simply doing some preventative maintenance.

“Be Brave” I would tell myself.

“How can I make this fun or funny?”  I’d also ask myself. It’s a question that, for me, has allowed some miraculous shifts in the past. But the only funny thing I could find was that I couldn’t come up with anything funny.

“Be Brave.”  Today I knew was the day.  And so, I pondered if I’d shave my head alone or invite someone to help. I chose alone, but gave myself permission to call someone to come over if needed.  I kept my daughter on standby on the phone, and yes, she got a few calls during the process!

It was good to do it alone. It was quite the experience and alone, I could notice the thoughts.

1. As I pulled chunks of hair out and cut areas to make shaving easier, I thought, “This is like a worst nightmare.”  You know the ones… the ones where your hair is falling out in chunks. Or a horror movie. Yes, it felt a bit like that. It was a really really ugly experience as I started. Physically ugly. Like monsters in movies ugly. It wasn’t something that made me cry.. it just made me want to get that straggling mess off my head.

2.”Be brave,” I’d whisper to myself.  The electric shaver didn’t take the hair right down to the scalp and I was all stubble. My daughter said, “You’ll need to use a bic razor.”  She knows these things. Her husband shaves his head sometimes.

“There are no words to describe this” I said over and over and over to myself.  Apparently, I’ve since found words, by the look of what I’m writing.

3. Make it funny:  As I started to get a ‘smooth’ surface, things started to shift.  I noticed slight bumps on each side of my head and I decided they are Genius Bumps.  That made me laugh. There’s never been such a thing that I know of, but I decided I have them.

I decided to become an advocate ensuring that anyone over 50 who loses their hair gets a free and magically simple facelift to go with it.

4. Be Blessed:  I noticed I look like an Alien. This triggered thoughts of my night sky magical connections and my belief in this universe and other life and other realms and the ‘oh so much more than what we see.”  I was reminded of how blessed I am that I don’t just believe in all of that; I know it as my truth.

5. Curiousity:  I was fascinated by how big my little ears look.

6. Be Beautiful:  And as I continued to shave my head, I thought “Buddha.”  And I thought about the laughing Buddha in my yard, and about the philosophies of Buddhism that I think have more truth than fiction compared to many religions. I thought of the Buddhist understanding of the beauty within.  I repeated, “I have beauty within.” It gave me something to say besides, “there are no words..”

And I wondered why Buddhist Monks shave their heads.  (Later, I researched.. here’s a link to some answers.)

7. Be Blessed:   AND this led me to remember a bizarre experience many years ago.  A friend asked me to go to a psychic fair with her. I said I’d go, but I wouldn’t have a reading unless something revealed I ought to. I don’t believe there is any value in fortune telling psychics. I feel sorry for them, because they are often gifted.. and if they used those gifts to help others learn to connect to their guides and higher selves, that’s empowering.  But those psychics doubt anyone believes them.  So they tell the future, and people are in awe when they are right, and they tell others and their business grows.

Sadly, hearing a potential future plays havoc with a person.  It can create fear and uncertainty, and a disconnect to the possibility of creating their own lives. People can be stuck in a waiting game, instead of just living.  They might believe that one day they will be rich and simply wait for that.  Or they are frightened that the psychic was unable to ‘see’ past a certain age.

Please don’t let fortune telling psychics mess with your lives, dear people. You are too precious and too powerful to be disempowered this way.

Anywayyyyy, I wasn’t drawn to any of the psychics until we sat down in the lobby with a coffee. A fellow came out and joined us. For some reason, I asked him what he knew about the Zoroastrian religion.. a curiousity from my time of living in Iran.  He began creating shapes with his hands and held them up to me. Much to my surprise, I began telling him what the shapes meant.

Okee dokee, that made it worth doing a reading with him. Afterward, I threw away the tape of the reading because nothing was recorded except the background noise of the fair itself.  Instead, I felt we travelled together to other realms and other lives. I won’t go into it all here, but a ‘Chaldean’ connection came up, amongst other things. All in all, it was an otherworldly experience that felt like ‘home.’

However, when we came ‘back’ to the table, he said, “Go shave your head and come back to see me tomorrow. ” Prior to that, I think he was surprised where our ‘reading’ went. That statement, though, seemed demanding, and being the rebel when someone demands something of me, I thought, “Ya, No. No head is getting shaved.”

My friend had a reading with him later that night, and hers was oh so typical fortune telling of ‘beware of this’, ‘you will be doing that’, ‘and by the way, I can’t see past your husband’s 40th year.’  She spent years in fear, and her husband did die at 40, and I suspect she might still be watching for those things to beware of.

Me? I was walking three feet off the ground for days. Not a first. A feeling I love.  Like a door to an otherworldly space is open for a little while.

We stopped at a spirit bookstore and I asked if they had anything about the Chaldeans. The young boy oddly said, “No, you don’t need to read about Chaldeans. You need this.” He handed me a set of books called “The Life and Teachings of the Masters of the Far East.”

It was $60 back then and I said “I’ll get it later, I can’t afford it right now.”  I put the books on the shelf.

He picked them up and put them in my hands and said, “Buy these.”

I laughed and said, “I will, but not today” and put them back. He handed them to me again and the dance continued.

Finally he said, “These books are $20 today.”  I shook my head and said, “Okay then, I’ll buy them.”

After I paid for the books, it was his turn to shake his head as he said, “What the hell just happened?”   I told him and said, “Look, if you’re going to get in trouble for this, I’ll pay the $60.” He said “No. Please just take them.”

That set of books had a huge impact on me… affirming many of my beliefs where no other books or teachings had, and triggering others that felt possible.  It was like having a grand philosophical conversation with myself and the writer, theorizing, doubting some of his statements, questioning my own, and moments of absolute “yes, that is truth.”

It’s a set of books that I’ve never parted with.  It is based on research by a number of professors who travelled to the Far East in the late 1800’s. Their experiences were so bizarre that, at first, they didn’t dare publish or share the information with their university peers and students. It was published first in 1926 and occasionally since then.. and by the time it was re-published in the 90’s, not a single participant in the expedition were still alive. How I would have loved to talk to them.

And so, remembering the night sky, Buddha, “Go shave your head,” and remembering that set of books and their content, turned my nightmarish head shaving into a very spiritfull and connected experience. One that I’m now curious to see what does evolve with this newly shaved head.

I just now got out the books and randomly chose a page. Here’s what it says:

14. The Masters do go out among the people and the people do appeal to them for help very often and the condition which they are under is corrected almost immediately. The help given is only to show a better way to accomplish than that which they are using at the time. They do not go out and preach and proselyte at all. They walk among the people and the people who recognize them may ask for assistance in any way they wish – for healing, food, raiment, or shelter and they receive it. But they are shown that they, themselves, do it and not the Masters. It is not what the Masters have that they receive but the people themselves  have built up that which is brought to them through their own attitude of thought; not what someone else has but what they have and what belongs to them. It does not necessarily follow, however, that you must appeal in order to get assistance. “

On that note, I’ll just say one more thing.  I look in the mirror tonight and I do not recognize me.  I notice my eyebrows are also falling out. I look bewildered at myself and say, “Who are you?”

And then I remember the phrase on my birthday card.  “Be Brave, Be Beautiful, Be Blessed… Be You.

I’ll keep repeating “Be You” and I’m sure I’ll start to recognize myself.

In the meantime,  “Masters?  You there?   Could use a little help here…”

~smile~

~~~~~

Gom: not a spelling error. A philosophy that I’ll post more about soon.

ps. Not brave enough to post a photo. Not brave enough to go out even! Although I have to tomorrow…. oy.  “Be brave, be brave,” I whisper.

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About Janet

Artist/writer with a tall ship and mystical twist, Certified Professional Life Coach (ICA), Master Kaizen-Muse Creativity Coach (KMCC), empowerment workshop leader and creativity group facilitator trainer. Outdoor enthusiast and Tall Ship sailor. Healed from breast cancer using her own tools of play, lightness, creativity, nature, thinking differently and visualization to speed the healing, and ever ever so grateful for all the wondrous people she is surrounded by.

19 responses »

  1. Thank you for your story, Janet. I found myself wondering about that fellow you met, now that your Genius Bumps are more exposed than they’ve ever been. I am continually inspired by your bravery, your beauty, your gratitude, your You-ness.

    Love and presence, Kelsey

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  2. Janet, I read this is awe of you. If I should ever have to go through anything like this, I need you there by my side to guide me. You are an inspriration to all and somewhere there is a lesson in this. You’re learning the process to teach someone else. What a wonderful outlook you have and thank you for sharing your journey.

    So much love and wonderful thoughts for you.

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  3. Chi Wigwetch Janet. How you life my spirit and as the tears rollled down my cheeks at the beauty of your of your abiltiy to find words…we end our writing workshop today and I feel blessed going into it today with the wind at my back carried forward on your words of immense, immeasurable beauty. Ahhhhh

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  4. That was beautiful to read. I am so amazed by you, your story, how you keep positive amongst it all. What a teaching this is for all who read it. I loved your thought process and how you are using Kaizen tools to make it through the bad parts. Such an inspiration.

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    • Thank you, kate. As I go through this process, I often ask, “How would I help a client? What would I ask to help them find their inspiration?” My training as life coach and as creativity coach is ever so valuable for me right now! And friends like you, and all the people here, more than you can ever know, lift my spirits and keep me going forward feeling the love.

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  5. Love Love Love you lots My Beautiful Magickal Friend,

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  6. Gwen Rawlings

    Janet you rock!

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  7. Thank you all… You have no idea how much I bask in your sharing. And those moments that I don’t exactly feel like “I rock” I can say, “well, someone does though” ~smile~

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  8. Wow, Janet, I am speechless and that does not happen often. I really would only trying to be clever to say something else right now except wow. Lots to digest. Cannot imagine just how much you have been digesting over the last few weeks. Feels like it is something that comes from some other place. Sending loving hugs, xxxx
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  9. Dearest Janet,
    Your journey, one found deep within the heart. Brave indeed, beautiful indeed. Love felt, love sent, prayers and hugs. Love, Debra

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  10. Lots of love to you! Big Hugs.

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