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February 19, 2011

This Priceless Life

This Priceless Life

A couple of weeks back I shared an excerpt from Robert Sardello’s brilliant book, Freeing the Soul from Fear. At the time I wasn’t quite sure why I did (share it), but since doing so my mind’s been circling the piece, mulling it over. On reflection, there’s so much I want to comment on I almost don’t know where to start; which is why I’ve decided to approach this issue from multiple angles over numerous posts.

Money is a central issue for most everyone living in our modern western world. The dominating myth in our culture is the ‘Economic Myth’ as Sardello so astutely points out (‘myth’ in this particular context is based on the definition of social theorist Betty S. Flowers who defines it as ‘the contexts of imagination that people live within, the concepts that gives meaning to our existence and forms the patterns of our actions in the world’).

The way I see it, most folk allow their intrinsic, innate self-worth to be defined by their salaries, the amount of money in their bank accounts, their collateral (combined value of property/car/business) etc. Hmm… Parochial, myopic, unimaginative (read: soulless) way of living, don’t ya think? How so? Well, in that we allow ourselves to be so narrowly circumscribed by one particular, essentially abstracted manifestation of energy, i.e. money. That’s the Economic Myth. Thing is, I no longer buy into it the way I once did.

Here’s the script: leave school, attend college, go to university, gain a degree, and get a job. Kids and spouse (or the other way around), be saddled with pile of bricks, sorry, buy a house (mortgage), plod towards retirement. The End. (Play golf, take cruises — hey, now we’re living!) There are, of course, numerous other distractions along the way such as fancy holidays/meals out, designer furniture/clothes, particular model of car (must always look cool/keep up with the Joneses); but that’s pretty much it. And so it is we allow ourselves to be defined by our qualifications, credit rating, postcode, and salaries. That’s how we weigh one another up, including prospective partners. Sad, eh?

Doesn’t matter they (partner) are the most miserable, miserly, narcissistic bastard the world has known — just so long as they’re bringing home the bacon on a regular basis, are good with the children; doesn’t matter they have nothing else going for them other than the job they’re married to; doesn’t matter they’re in love with someone else and/or sleeping with other men and/or women every night, so long as they come home to me/keep me in relative comfort.

I’m also suspicious whenever someone feels compelled (particularly unprompted) to tell me how much they earn. Like I give a toss? So you’ve made it now you’re earning £50,000 plus a year? Well, congratulations. However, forgive me for being passé but I’m more interested in you — your passions, your creativity, your gifts, the kind words you shared with a stranger last week, the time you took to do something for a friend in need. I want to know what you’d do if you didn’t have a pot to piss in. I want to know what compels you/makes you tick/keeps you up all night/the career you’d pursue if money were no object; the man/woman you’d be with if you wasn’t so bothered about how you’d potentially be perceived by your peers/family/friends, didn’t care what they had to say, about their opinions. I want to know if you have the bollocks to be true to yourself, come what may.

Yes, money makes life easier but it’s not the whole story; rather, it’s just one of the many forms of currency (or energy) flowing through the culture. You may not have a penny in the bank; have bailiffs knocking at the door; debt collectors ringing your phone off the hook; but that doesn’t prevent you being the most enriched, most talented, most generous individual when it comes to sharing your innate gifts, qualities, and talents. No-one was born impoverished no matter what our culture may try and have us believe.

So although you may earn a wage on which you can barely live/earn ten times what you need; have no money in the bank/have a billion stashed away, remember this — you are worth more than all the money, oil, gold bullion, diamonds, platinum, and freshwater pearls in the world put together — for none of those things have any meaning other than what we put on them. Your one and precious life, what you bring to this world, the way in which you express it, is unrepeatable, is priceless.

So stop allowing your financial worth to define you: you’re worth more than that.

You’re worth more than you’ll ever know.

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Thea is author of the inspiring memoir Running into Myself. Buy a copy from Amazon UKAmazon US or, better still, order a limited edition signed copy direct from her publisher here (also ships worldwide).

Thea’s personal journey is utterly compelling. I couldn’t put her book down. Thea manages to make Greek mythology not only understandable, interesting, and relevant to our lives today, but shows how it can be utilised as a tool for self development. She introduces ideas and ways of thinking that broaden your mind, and lights the way for others to follow.”

— Melinda Messenger (TV Presenter)

February 8, 2011

Excerpt from ‘Freeing the Soul from Fear’ by Robert Sardello

Based on recent conversations with friends, I thought I’d share the following excerpt from the book, Freeing the Soul from Fear by archetypal psychologist, Robert Sardello. I’ll allow this piece to stand alone for now and will make reference to it in a future post. Don’t worry if it doesn’t all make sense immediately — the idea is to circle around it several times, gleaning deeper insights with each further reading.

Money Fears


The predominant myth within which we all now live is an economic myth. What we do, how we live, and what we value are largely determined by monetary worth. Money, no doubt, has always had enormous power, but now it overshadows all other values. The fears surrounding money have to do not only with survival but also with the loss of identity associated with not buying into this myth.

The difficulty with the economic myth, as with all myths based on a divisive illusion, is that it leaves out the soul. Statistics, polls, gross national product, inflation rates, production growth, and measures of the global economy form the abstract fabric of this way of organising the world. There is nothing for the soul to relate to, nothing in the outer world that reflects its own mode of reality, which arises through sacred images.

The fear hiding behind all of the vacuous statistical rhetoric of the economic myth is the fear of living without a sacred view of the world. Economics, a word that means ‘care of the household,’ can be a sacred matter; it is not economics per se that constitutes fear, but the sort of economy that depends on the fetishising of material wealth. Still, we must ask, what gives these numbers such power?

The myth of modern economics cannot hold people together as a community, and the world begins fracturing into those who possess and those who are dispossessed. Separation always forms a basis of fears, and in the case of economics, this separation is between those who have socioeconomic power and status and those who do not.

Economic fear also has a great deal to do with how people are treated in the workplace. Corporate culture treats individuals as units. This attitude has infected nearly all of work, whether one happens to work for a corporation or not, and it relies on fear. Here is a description of layoffs in a large corporation:

The way the layoffs were handled was legalistic, efficient, and demeaning. They hired two security guards to make sure things didn’t get out of control. In the meetings where people were told they were being laid off, the vice president read from a prepared statement, the same statement for each employee. Next the employee was escorted to his or her desk where they had little time to pack up, and they were escorted to the door. This was carried out in front of the rest of the company.

The picture reveals the way in which fear has become an unavoidable part of the corporate life. The layoffs described were evidently orchestrated to make the rest of the employees afraid. When corporations treat individuals in this way, soul has no place in daily endeavours. Work is diminished to the banality of keeping the economic machine running efficiently. Our talents and abilities are utilised to accomplish what someone else wants in the world, usually higher profits. The creativeness of our spirit and the depths of our individual soul often have to be relinquished, which results in working in fear. Creativeness and individuality interfere with efficiency and productivity, even though in the long run these qualities contribute most to a lasting, viable business. These days, however, business looks toward short-term gain as the way to perpetuate itself. Receiving a salary is often the only compensation for forgetting who we are.

A first small step — something each of us can do to assure that we do not sell our soul for work — is to perform a daily exercise, to build up the forces of the soul in the context of work that does little to nourish it.

Exercise: Imagine a scene that is typical of your job. You may, for example, picture writing at a computer, or teaching a class, or preparing a legal document — whatever your job consists of on a daily basis. Then, when you have this inner picture and have stabilised it, dissolve the picture into a ball of light. Then let the light re-form into a figure, the figure of a man or a woman, say, or any other form, such as a troll, or an angel, or another sort of being. Then ask this being, “What is your work in the world?” Do not be concerned if you feel you are making up an answer out of your head. Just let it happen. What does this figure say to you? After your conversation is completed, thank this being, and let the figure again dissolve into a ball of light, and then let the light return to your own image of your job. Then open your eyes. Doing this exercise periodically may produce quite interesting results. For example, you may find that while your job may seem the same day in and day out, the soul and spirit dimensions of what you are doing may change frequently. Being present to such change will bring new life to your job. You may also discover that what you think you are doing is something quite different from what your soul and spirit are doing.

In the past, when economic fear based on class distinctions came to dominate the whole of a culture, the situation was ripe for violent revolution. The intention of an exercise such as this is to bring about an inner revolution, the goal of which is to preserve soul. The difficulty in being treated with brutal anonymity lies in the fact that one can become forgetful of being more than a mere function. But if, under the rather dire circumstances prescribed by the economic myth, we keep an inner liveliness of spirit and soul, the possibility of creating a genuine, embracing myth remains open.

The many times I have done this exercise with groups of people has shown me that, indeed, a new myth is attempting to emerge, and that this myth has to do with being of selfless service to others. The reports from people who have done this exercise attest to this. One person, who works as a writer for a popular children’s television series, imagined a scene of himself as sitting at his desk, writing scripts. When this task became an inner figure, he saw an angel who said that his work was to bring courage of heart into the world. The writer was amazed and a bit overwhelmed, and viewed what he had been doing for years in a completely new light. Another person considered her job as answering telephones all day long. When this job became an inner figure, she saw a grandmotherly figure inviting people to dinner, and a group of people sitting around the table having a delicious dinner. When most people do this exercise, they most often experience images having to do with service. The soul apparently, feels most free from fear when it imagines doing something for others. The soul feels the call of the genuine need of others.

While it might seem strange to approach such overwhelming economic fears by suggesting we exercise the imagination, the goal is not to solve the problem of money and its power in our culture. It is simply to provide a way for the soul to keep from getting lost and forgotten in the presence of fears surrounding money. If we can keep soul connected with our jobs, our re-imagined work life will go a long way to alleviate financial fears.

Copyright © 1999 Robert Sardello

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Thea is author of the inspiring memoir Running into Myself. Buy a copy from Amazon UKAmazon US or, better still, order a limited edition signed copy direct from her publisher here (also ships worldwide).

Thea’s personal journey is utterly compelling. I couldn’t put her book down. Thea manages to make Greek mythology not only understandable, interesting, and relevant to our lives today, but shows how it can be utilised as a tool for self development. She introduces ideas and ways of thinking that broaden your mind, and lights the way for others to follow.”

— Melinda Messenger (TV Presenter)

January 11, 2011

The Doctor will See You Now

In the first of a new regular column for Manchester Confidential exploring Spirit & Soul, Thea Euryphaessa (aka Urban Deva) gets metaphysical with Taoist teacher and author, Stephen Russell (aka Barefoot Doctor).

I came across a blog of yours from a couple of years back in which you pondered cocaine-plus-vodka addiction particularly among women:

“So I’m looking around at all these powerful, beautiful women, these modern manifestations of female divinity and wondering about the roots of this insidious, low self-esteem syndrome, and wondering what could be done to remedy the problem.”

Had any further thoughts?

Well, yes. Though I’m not sure I’d be able to do this on a big scale. It occurred to me that people need love and nurturing and to be shown the possibility that they’d be OK without their self-destructive habits; that these habits were in fact an illusion, that the power to grant them social ease, confidence and presence they ascribed them was in fact something they gave themselves from within and really had nothing to do with the drug or alcohol. Based on this, I treated one woman with a whopping great €4k a month cocaine and vodka addiction, using quite a lot of hypnotherapy, some acupuncture, a lot of encouragement and positive feedback and a lot of visualisation. Within three months she was off the coke, and a month later off the vodka. This was over a year ago and she’s remained completely clean.

Another was hooked on twice-weekly cocaine binges and using a bit of hypnotherapy and a lot of self-esteem building over a six month period, she stopped four months ago.

However, both examples required a lot of my time, focus and energy, which isn’t going to work on a large scale, so in fact, I’m still in the same state of wondering.

You say you’ve noticed this (excessive use of drink/drugs) more in women? What do you reckon that’s about then?

Women have only very recently found their power. From Germaine Greer to Madonna to the Spice Girls, today’s modern empowered woman has only existed for a few decades compared to thousands of years of male domination. To be out and about having to exercise that power naturally triggers thousands of year’s worth of insecurities wired deep into the system; hence the need for a little confidence booster which the combination of alcohol and cocaine seems to offer so perfectly. Obviously the price to pay far outweighs the benefit. At the beginning and for a while after, it’s easy enough to kid yourself you’ll get away with it. However, it’s not just the women: everyone’s afraid of everyone — men are afraid of men, women are afraid of women, men are afraid of women, and women are afraid of men. Fear of ridicule, rejection, humiliation, being physically hurt or overpowered and so on. This fear, of course, is primal, mostly unconscious, and generally felt as no more than social shyness. Alcohol helps you over that and cocaine clears your head so you can keep on drinking. The men are doing it too; however, if you watch carefully, there’s always a lot more traffic moving through the women’s toilets than the men’s. At least it looks that way to me. Maybe I’ve been fixating on women’s loos to much, who knows.

Aside from being a confidence booster, do you reckon it may also point to a yearning, albeit unconscious, for the spiritual in an ecstatic sense? I often hear women (particularly British and American) say that they want to ‘get out of their heads,’ rather than just enjoy a relaxed, sociable drink. The extremity of the swing often borders on the maenadic…

Yes. I think the need to lift-off on a regular basis, to transcend the mundane, is fundamental to the human condition. Shamans have been doing it and leading others to it since we started out on the planet and this, of course, is common to both genders. And the yearning for a lift-off definitely arises from a yearning to touch spirit — the consciousness informing the party. Personally, I feel it lurking more in the party milieu than anywhere else — certainly more than in most churches or temples. Though I’d say this would be pretty much entirely unconscious on most people’s parts. I’ve often discussed it and presented this theory to the relevant parties at parties and have been met with derisive snorts, usually as a prelude to the other sort of snort.

Bringing it back down into the body, doesn’t sex also provide an opportunity to transcend the mundane? I’m particularly interested in the Taoist take on this.

Yes. In fact, the Taoists developed sex as a meditation and healing tool in itself. So, depending on how you did it, you’d achieve a different sort of altered state of  effect. It’s often misconstrued as being all about men retaining their sperm on orgasming, but in fact, is very little do with that. It’s about each party entering a deep state of meditation and remaining there by using slow breathing and muscular relaxation instead of panting and going taught; i.e. remaining fully mindful throughout the sexual experience. When done correctly, it leaves both feeling high, nurtured, energised and incredibly cheerful and optimistic.

Ah, that’s interesting. So the Taoists view the body as sacred, then?

Yes. The body is the arena in which we experience life and life is sacred so the body is sacred — but no more so than any ontological phenomenon. My own take on it, influenced by trance grandmaster Raja Ram, is your body is your temple, but it’s also your nightclub — you’ve got have some fun in/with it too, in other words.

Finally, do you have a simple exercise/affirmation that men and women could practise, together or alone, to encourage a deeper, more consciously embodied state?

A simple exercise to practise with someone/s or alone to attain a more conscious state — there are obviously an infinite number, but try this: sitting or standing comfortably, imagine a silver thread attached to the crown of the head being gently pulled upwards, thereby subtly lengthening the spine, especially at the back of the neck. Feel all the weight of the head, shoulders, and upper body sink downwards into the hips and legs, so the lower body feels grounded and the upper body, light and airy. Draw your mind backwards so you’re gazing out at the world from way further back inside your skull. Soften your heart area. Concentrate on your belly button and feel it moving to and fro as you breathe slowly in and out. This is the optimally aligned state. Now picture all the consciousness of the cosmos gathering into a column of light and pouring itself down through the crown of your head along the front of your spine and through your pelvic floor into the ground, washing away all mundane thinking and spiritualising everything about your life, the life of whomever you’re with, and the lives of everyone on earth, as it penetrates the ground beneath you and and suffuses the entire earth, imbuing you and everyone else with transcendent bliss forevermore.

(Thea and Barefoot got along so well, they’re collaborating on a talk or two in Manchester this spring.  Stay posted for further details.)

With thanks to Barefoot for his time.

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Barefoot’s latest book, The Man Who Drive With His Eyes Closed, is out now. For further information, visit his website at superchargedtaoist.com. You can also follow him on Twitter @BarefootDoctor.

Thea is an author, life-coach, Reiki Teacher, and scholar of archetypal psychology who goes by the alter ego Urban Deva (pr. ‘day va’). You can follow her on Twitter @UrbanDeva. Her book, Running into Myself, is available now to buy/download from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com.

August 11, 2010

A Psalm of Life

Filed under: poetry — Tags: , , , , — urbandeva @ 11:55 am

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
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Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
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Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
~
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
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In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
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Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, – act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
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Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;
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Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solenm main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
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Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

June 20, 2010

Running into Myself: A Journey Through the Soul of the Feat – Preface

The following excerpt is taken from Urban Deva founder, Thea Euryphaessa’s recently released memoir Running into Myself: A Journey Through the Soul of the Feat. If you’re a fan of Eat Pray LoveElizabeth Gilbert’s international best-seller and soon-to-be motion picture starring Julia Roberts, or Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ now classic New York Times best-seller Women Who Run with the Wolves, we recommend this incredible true story of one woman’s rite of passage from girl- to womanhood.

Limited edition signed copies of the book are available to buy direct from the publisher here (also ships overseas). The book is also available in the United States at Amazon.com.

Preface (Return with the Elixir)

I am telling myself the story of my life, stranger than song or fiction.

- Paddy McAloon, I Trawl the Megahertz


This book is an attempt to disentangle my destiny from my fate. It’s about a long-overdue, threshold-crossing to womanhood. And it marks The Return – the third and final stage of my initiation, fulfilling an old agreement made with my soul. It’s not a book about running. I run, yes, but that’s not the point of this book. In fact, there is no particular ‘point.’ Points seem contrived, convenient and conclusive. And my journey has been anything but.

Oftentimes the only way to make sense of a life and give it meaning is to share it within the context of a story. Some are supremely gifted at this. They have a knack, make it look easy. I wish this had been so for me. Composing this book has been a painstaking process, demanding all my mental and emotional resources.

I enjoy writing. After dancing, it’s my most natural means of self-expression. But it’s a means to an end. My focus is to nurture the soul and live an authentic life. To help do this I write – not to be creative, but to express energy. Writing helps mirror myself to myself; it provides a container in which the transformative process can unfold, a way to track and trace the soul’s meanderings.

Once thoughts, images and intuitions are on the page, I sort through them, hold them up to the light for reflection, turn them over in my mind. Like dreams, they don’t always make sense – at least not immediately. They can be vague, indecisive and contrary. I also find the flat, one-dimensional nature of words frustrating. They restrict and rigidify. They’re inadequate at expressing the fullness and ambiguity of a human life. But they intrigue and enchant me all the same. And so I keep writing.

Further challenges involve my perfectionist tendencies. I like everything just so. I much prefer writing essays. That way, I can retain absolute control over a piece, stay on point. So to make the leap to the rambling expanse of a book exposes my weaknesses and shortcomings as a writer. In composing this book I’ve had to accept my work can never be perfect. I often lose my way, veer off track – a humbling process mirroring the soul’s journey as it grows down and takes root within the limitations of a human life.

Then there are those whose fate has entwined with mine. There’s an old saying in alchemy: As Without, So Within. I believe those with whom we interact are outer reflections of an inner psychic process. Because of this emotional entanglement, I know my perspective will be distorted. To compensate, I try to be as honest as possible about my version of events. If I’ve been petulant, infantile or provoking, I’ll say so. Sometimes emotions may get the better of me and I’ll speculate about others’ behavioural patterns and traits. But for the most part, I rein it in.

So this book is a story within stories, a life within Life. Life that does not run in an orderly, linear fashion, but spirals, backtracks, spins off at tangents and raises more questions than it answers. Not everything will be boxed off and neatly concluded by the end of the book. Along the way I share pivotal moments, hopes and dreams, setbacks and journal entries. There are mythological ideas, psychological theories and spiritual concepts. These may not always make sense. As the quote above says, I’m telling myself the story of my life. So if I labour a point or circle an issue, it’s more a frustrated attempt to clarify my soul’s nebulous, inarticulate messages, to ascertain a pattern, extricate meaning.

This book also reflects the organic process of a life’s unfolding and becoming. Intuition tells me this is a book within books, a springboard – an opportunity to share, and discuss. Not all of my thoughts and ideas are carved in stone. Many are ephemeral. But I don’t have time to wait until they’re fully formed – my soul demands expression now.

In tribal cultures, when an initiate returns home after a quest they’re expected to share their experiences. That’s because the lessons learnt aren’t strictly for the individual but for the benefit of the group. As the initiate tells their story, the story takes on a life of its own, its essence revealed. People don’t think of stories as having souls. But the soul manifests as the kinks and knotty imperfections – the seeming irregularities that perplex so many. In our ‘plastic fantastic.’ high-speed modern culture, we’ve lost touch with the soul. We’re uncomfortable with it. In many cases we’re afraid of it. And so we rampantly edit, refine and process until nothing remains but a soulless shell. But grainy mishaps highlight our humanness. They add warmth, remind us of our imperfection. They expose the vulnerability involved in the process of creativity, the struggle of a complicated, multifaceted soul seeking expression.

My decision to self-publish honours the soul’s wrinkles and knotty irregularities. I didn’t want the book’s essence to be extracted in the centrifuge of profit-driven publishing  or shoe-horned into an unnatural shape, its soul contaminated and diluted by the uninitiated opinions of others. I wasn’t willing to compromise. As the song says:

I’ll go it alone, that’s how it must be

I can’t be right for somebody else

If I’m not right for me

I gotta  be free, I’ve just gotta be free

Daring to try, to do it or die

I’ve gotta be me.

-Walter Marks, I’ve Gotta Be Me

And so I follow my soul as it sets out its stall in the early chapters. I watch as it introduces itself and reiterates statements time and again before gradually relaxing into the story. Sometimes I cringe at its audacious, naive, bombastic nature. I ponder its uptight, defensive, secretive tendencies. Other times I grow bored with its incessant ramblings, wonder where it’s going. But all the while I stay with it, try to honour its paradoxical, elusive essence as best I can.

So I encourage the reader to relax and not to get too hung up or too bogged down in my mercurial meanderings. As psychologist Carl Jung says in his memoir Memories, Dreams, Reflections, ‘I can only make direct statements, only “tell stories.” Whether or not the stories are “true” is not the problem. The only question is whether what I tell is my fable, my truth.’

(Thea Euryphaessa is hereby identified as the author of this work in accordance with Section 77 of the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act 1988.)

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