My favorite fairy tale, Cinderella, was enlivened by an amazing women for me. There is a very positive message in most
fairy tales that goodness triumphs in the end.
Somewhere there is a knight in shining armor, thank the stars above, who
will fulfill our longings. In fact the male
role models are very positive. Nowhere in that fantasy is the handsome prince
a misaligned abusive brute. He is
totally charming and totally in love with Cinderella. What if after three years this happily ever
after story evaporates? It might seem to evaporate but that means there is something even better down the road. This story does not have a sad ending.
Recently, I
was doing a tarot card reading for a lady who broke down in tears. I felt horrible and yet I had the feeling she
needed to cry. She requested an appointment to counsel with me regarding career guidance. Her cards revealed a heart with daggers in it.
I told her that I understand
her tears. The truth was an ugly one
that she was trying to suppress, however; the truth was flooding through her
eyes. If nothing else we were able to
allow that release and discover the origin of her sadness.
I was gifted with the fuller explanation of this cataclysmic event.
I explained that a handsome man had swept her off her feet
and it felt like a fairy tale coming true. This Prince
constructed a reality that answered every possible hope she had held. He made promises to her of undying
love. Can anyone really promise that? Perhaps partnerships need to include the fact that people and relationships sometimes change. I suggest a new marriage contract. That is a blog down the road. Right now I am faced with the huge chasm of feeling dumped off a lovely romantic ride. My clients tears suggested she had just disconnected from the matrix. She swallowed the wrong pill in this situation.
For a while my client was living the Cinderella story and trusting that it would continue. She worked hard to cultivate the future with him. She had invested her life force, her love, and her money. This woman before me has the occupation of being a special education teacher as well as working a second job. He on the other had has not been employed for a year. She purchased an automobile in both of their names and yet he was never able to make a payment on that car. Over the last year, he has become demanding and abusive. I saw this woman was now realizing the dream was over, and yet she desired to hang on a bit longer. She had been like that frog in the pot of water. At first the water feels comfortable like a Jacuzzi and slowly the heat increases. She had barely enough energy to jump from this pot of hot water and save her life. That is exactly what she needed to do. This couple was not legally married, but it might have been better for her if they were. She then asked a question that took me back a few steps. I assumed she understood that she needed to immediately leave this person. Sometimes things get better, but, this was not going to happen.
For a while my client was living the Cinderella story and trusting that it would continue. She worked hard to cultivate the future with him. She had invested her life force, her love, and her money. This woman before me has the occupation of being a special education teacher as well as working a second job. He on the other had has not been employed for a year. She purchased an automobile in both of their names and yet he was never able to make a payment on that car. Over the last year, he has become demanding and abusive. I saw this woman was now realizing the dream was over, and yet she desired to hang on a bit longer. She had been like that frog in the pot of water. At first the water feels comfortable like a Jacuzzi and slowly the heat increases. She had barely enough energy to jump from this pot of hot water and save her life. That is exactly what she needed to do. This couple was not legally married, but it might have been better for her if they were. She then asked a question that took me back a few steps. I assumed she understood that she needed to immediately leave this person. Sometimes things get better, but, this was not going to happen.
She looked quite worried and said, “But …will he be OK?” I grimaced thinking that she still doesn’t
see that she is the victim here. I don’t
like the word victim but it was evident that he was a parasitic self-serving
con artist. I even used the word narcissist
to describe him. Sometimes the heart
does not hear the words right. She still
had feelings for him. Anti social, narcissistic men are experts at painting a rosy
picture and they do manage to make it appear real. These narcissists are also very keen on
sniffing out the type of women who will buy into their creative and well-designed
fairy tale. I add that most men are not like this. Most men are wonderful. I said that this would not be a sad story. Women do believe these psychopaths sometimes but they are good at seduction. In fact, I am quite sure that is why parents
became the brokers of marriages in the old world. Parents might better see past the illusionary
fog of hormones and wishful thinking. I
had to regain my composure and say “let me see if I can explain this in a
better way”. I prayed and asked my
guides to bring the words to me that she might hear.
I asked her for the name of this man. Then I dealt some more cards and laid them
out. I said, he already has plan A and
plan B worked out. He knows that he
cannot continue this lie to your heart and that you are waking up from a nice
dream and realizing who he really is. He
already knows that his time is short in this relationship. In fact, he might have plans of just driving
away in the car you are making payments on.
I am sure I sounded like “hard hearted Hanna”. It was more and more clear to me, but, was
becoming crystal clear to her? She
changed the subject and asked me about an old flame. I dealt some very good cards regarding
him. They were a good match. I described him and she remembered how happy
she was during that relationship. The
energy around her changed a great deal.
I realized that her Higher Self
stepped into this story. Her Higher Self was the knight in shining
armor that would rescue her from her present peril. The Universe had that other glass slipper and
was ready to slip it on her dainty foot. Like the fairy godmother, the Universe
always knows our heart and our wishes. This fairy godmother knows what size
slipper will fit you in advance.
I saw the Cinderella story as being an allegory of the
relationship between the human childlike side of ourselves and the Higher God
Connection. Like a fairy godmother and
dancing pumpkins and enchanted castles, the Universe conspires to make our
dreams come true. It was a beautiful
realization for me and a splendid ending to this story. My client was off on her next romantic
adventure. My only advice as she waltzed
out my front door, “take it slow, desperation does not look good on us single
females.”
Some would call that game playing, however; I do not. When dating we need to step back and smell
the roses from our balcony. In fact, the Cinderella story illuminates the necessity of being a bit of a mystery. By leaving the ball at midnight she exits on a high note leaving the prince entranced. This Juliet on the balcony moment need not end tragically. It can be a wonderful moment to savor.
As females
we need to have a wait and see attitude before giving our tender hearts
away. I do speak from experience in this
regard. As I look back I can see the red
flags emerging but the problem was: I
had already jumped in with both feet and was on the end of that hook. Those hooks have some very pretty lures some
times. The Universe did send valiant messengers
to save me and help me re-build my life.
I feel that I cannot survive another romantic pot hole. I don’t think I can take another wild
ride. I do think my advice on this
subject should be duly noted. Now I can
wear my own little tiara and enjoy my palace.
This is me doing a hole in the wall photo. It is needing work.
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