Tale as old as Time…
We usually do not remember the first time we had a real desire. Not a desire based out of a life dependent necessity ie food , shelter, water etc. but a desire from the heart. That type of feeling that shifts your view of what is possible in this lifetime, elevates you to realizing that there is most certainly always more. Luckily, I have been brought back to this place countless times in my 33 years but the first experience of this was when I was quit young. It was the first time I saw… to this day, one of my favorite movies…Beauty and the Beast. Every melody , every lyric , every color was hypnotic. 5 year old Marci was transfixed . This was magic. This gave framework to love. A Love that is unconditional, sees beyond outward appearances, conquers all - all enemies, all odds and all time. Love is VICTORIOUS. How lucky Belle was… to be the village outcast and pariah, only through the most unlikely of circumstances , ends up having a gorgeous life where she is showered with love , accepted and surrounded by people who cherish and adore her. How many little girls in 1991 wanted to BE Belle. Not me. The beast was my goal. Hairy, hideous, monsterous and scary. His actions making him indefensivable. His snarls and grawls terrifying everyone, leaving him alone to roominate in his solice hating his life and his self. Time ticking, rose pedals dropping day after day, the invediable looming- literally his worst nightmare staring back at him in the mirror . This grotesque creature that was undoubtedly going to live this reality forever. The permanence crushing him. Wtih all efforts exhausted, even AFTER having an internal transformation , the EXACT one needed to free him of the unwanted reflection, alas he was destined to die a beast. A beast he became by first being a beast inside.
It was done.
Until it wasnt.
His knarley hair melted away, his claws and fangs were filed to ivory nails and teeth, he was twirled into the air in the most magical and mystical light. With each enchanting twist his animal like figure straighten and perfect tone muscle took its place. His face regal, handsome , defined. Transformed , planting his feet on the earth. Now a man , in all his glorious , exemptional and whole. Redeemed and worthy. Better than EVER before he stood infront of Belle, not only ready but able to give her , her every dream. Because he knew he could , because AGAINST ALL ODDS he was first able to give that to himself first. That is who I was obsessed with, that was who I wanted to be. A master magician.
Looking back, that is where the first seed was planted… everything comes from within. Your concept of self is everything. Every single truth your hold of yourself the world and everyone in will reflect back. It will become your reality. You can transform your world by transforming your internal world- your mind. After all, that is the definition of redemption isnt ? To have a radical state of mind. Who do you want to be? What do you want to experience? Live it completely internally, do not waiver, do not give up and watch yourself become new. Watch yourself live out what you have claimed to be.
