The House that Jack Built
I have been working with Vanda North on her Mind Chi project – you will hear a lot more about this next year as there is significant media interest in the work that she and Richard Israel are doing. Without going into details about my own circumstances I have learnt to appreciate a powerful lesson.
Being a fairly action orientated person, when I have needed to change my state I have done something physical. However, I have learnt that I can do this with thought alone.
We have two mental Chi that chatter away in our heads, one mischievous Chi that will give us a hard time about all sorts of stuff and one good Chi. The trouble is the mischievous Chi is more verbose, and extremely loud in comparison to the good Chi. So based on a premise by Jack Black I have created my own virtual house where I can go to escape the bad Chi and hang out more with good Chi.
So far I have six rooms in my house: I enter my house through a fairy door. It is green and is in my back garden half way up the back wall, situated among the climbing clematis and wisteria.
The first room is the amphitheatre which is my quiet place. Some people think this is an oxymoron – so let me explain. I sit at the top of the pure white amphitheatre with a cobalt blue sky surround and all the odd thoughts that come and go through my head, still do. I hear them but because I am so far away from the stage on which they are acting, I cannot engage and whilst the mischievous Chi still twitters it can no longer engage with my conscience thought.
The second is the car lot. Here I can park all the problematic thoughts that I can’t solve right now. The parking lot allows me to leave any problem for a short time yet I know I can return to it later when the parking ticket has run out.
The third and probably most important room is the spare bedroom. This is where I can put to bed the problems I have no control over, but worry me none the less. Like all problem children, there is a good chance they will challenge the curfew but it is easier to remain resolute when you have decided the curfew in the first place. Then back to bed they go.
The fourth room is the play pen. This is where I go when I can’t sleep at night. It is an empyreal place where I can be as creative as I like. At the moment I use it for the creative writing I don’t seem to get done during the day.
My fifth room is the only one I have lifted from Jack Black’s ideology. This is because I cannot create anything that better resembles where I need to be. This is the energiser room. Sometimes I need to go here just to get myself started – especially if I have been procrastinating over an issue for too long a time.
And finally, my sixth and favourite room is the Autumn room. I love Autumn. It is my most favourite time of year. Here I can look at the colours and feel warmth kissing my cheeks, my neck and my lips. I can scuff the scruffy leaves on the floor; I can pick up conkers and peel horse chestnuts, kick over acorns and gaze at red berries galore. This place brings a smile to my face. I love it. I am really happy here.
Each room has a special place in my head. I go nowhere and yet I am half a world away when I choose to be.