There’s always that portion in the hero’s journey when they’re out in the wilderness — alone. In these moments, we notice the fierce determination of our hero begins to wilt. They become prey to creeping doubts: “Is this the right path? Should I turn back? Did I make the wrong choice?
“This is so lonely.”
It’s generally accepted plotting that at this moment a friend or guide, boon or spirit materializes to boost our hero’s flagging spirits and help her to double-down on her belief in her path toward fulfillment.
One of the fears I carry most closely is that by taking steps into the new unknown, I will be alone. A strikingly converse idea I also hold as truth is that by not being alone (by attaching myself to other people), I will never be able to attain fulfillment.
What I give myself here is a classic Catch-22: if I move into the wilderness of “actualization” — or whatever hippie term you want to call “growing up”! — I will be alone on the journey. Conversely, if I align myself with a partner, I will be driven off my own course by their needs, and thereby never live the fulfillment I desire.
So now what, then??
Well: Ewoks, in a word.
What I’m looking for in this world is companions who are also dragon-riders (to mix fictional worlds). Judgment expert that I am, I’m desperately afraid that if I align myself with a person who I deem or fear is not a dragon rider, I can’t soar myself. That I can only have one or the other, connection or attainment. I cannot have both.
The great part about uncovering this is that I can see that it is just a THOUGHT. My fears and judgments love to parade around as full-fledged reality, a grotesquerie of fright and illusion.
But what a silly thought to have, no? That I cannot be fulfilled, for any reason whatever!, is total and utter bunk. Conjuring up a reason that strikes at the heart of my most innate fear—being alone—I am and have been tricked into thinking that it is true, because the resonance and deep-seat of that fear is so primal.
But. Just because I believe something does not mean it is true.
Further, just because I fear something doesn’t mean it has any substance at all.
There is such vile lusciousness in the voice of the demon that says I can have only one, love or power. (“Choose wisely.”) Born of my greatest fears, it knows where to strike, to needle, to whisper in the dark hours.
Luckily, I have come far enough on my hero’s journey to know that thoughts can be overcome and released. I don’t yet know how to untangle this nest, but maybe soon, I’ll run into some Ewoks who’ll ease my troubled mind, offer comfort, and fortify my courage by their companionship.
They’ll remind me that my journey — of releasing that which does not serve me, embracing the love of those whom I do, and owning the power that I am developing — is wholly, critically, and delightfully worthy.