Who Are You?

Who will you be?

I do not understand the question really.  Aren't I someone already?

Certainly.  When you become enlightened, who do you wish to be?

What a strange question I thought.  Thinking in this conversation was as good as communicating.   When I become enlightened...  that is also interesting.

Musashi was a stinky sword fighter. 

Musashi was so concentrated on his art, that he did not take the time to bath much.  I myself, would prefer to bath.  Perhaps he smelled so bad that it threw his enemies off balance by offending their sense of smell?

"Polythemus is my father," I would often joke around.  This to me means many themes, and is a good opening for a storyteller.  I tend to be an explorer making changes as necessary or as I wish to.  The expression is a pun after Polyphemus the one eyed Cyclops. 

Before the accident, I would have easily chosen to concentrate on my martial arts.  Years ago my drawing art was my focus.  There was a healing period where I became a Reiki Master and learned Therapeutic Touch.  My mother had a 40 percent chance to live and made a medically verifiable, miraculous recovery.  When she told her support group about the test results, they were not very supportive because the total absence of cancer cells is never found after this condition. 

You have many names.

St. Therese the Little Flower put herself into her work no matter how insignificant it was.  Every tiny detail of every domestic chore she did received much care and attention.  I thought about that.  Housework is certainly not my bag.  I love to cook and create, but not housework please!  I was named after St. Therese, which is sort of ironic in my opinion.    I love cats.  They tend to dust all the surfaces. 

I am also named after Joan of Arc.  I chose that name myself for my confirmation name.  I loved the story.  When I go to church now, I still sit next the to stained glass window with Joan of Arc in her full Armor holding her head piece in one arm.  After the fevers, I thought perhaps I should pick a different name, since Joan was burned at the stake.  No more burning please.  I thought about it, and felt that the Archangel Michael would be a wonderful choice.  Michelle after Archangel Michael would be nice with my name and I have his medal.  It turns out he appeared to Joan of Arc and is an important figure in her story.  When I thought about it more, it just seemed that there was no point in changing my name.

You love animals.

I thought back to the incident with the mouse keeping me up at night.  He still makes a buzz by at night and tries to get in.  Then there was the skunk.  The young skunk was digging in the weeds.  He saw me and I stood still as soon as I saw him.  Normally, they just trot off prefering to keep a distance.  This little one put his head up like a kitten and trotted for me looking quite pleased to see me.  I ran.  I thought about St. Francis that day and wondered how he did it.  We have bears now.  I don't feel ready for a real bear hug.

I thought about the saints and the other enlightened people I had read about.  Most positions seemed to be taken already.  There is even a saint to call upon when plagued with caterpillers.  I don't think I wanted to be that specialized.  Was there a patron saint of travel and leisure?  The goddess of great coffee in the later hours of morning?  The great mistress of garlic of all forms?

Messages seem to be coming from every area of my life.  More and more people are coming and speaking to me with messages.  They are most often people I do not know. Older individuals keep coming over to me and telling me things.  "You are an angel," one lady said after I helped her.  She had been praying for assistance because she was so upset.   Two ladies in a row, for no reason at all, told me I should be a teacher.  One place where I go to buy books has nicknamed me "The Author."  The lady at the counter there wanted to know if I was a teacher as well.  This weekend my hairdresser, after asking me a few personal spiritual questions, asked if I was going to write a book.   

For some reason, it does not seem obvious to me.  Why would I just naturally become something? Is this silly?  Maybe I will be a storyteller / scholar?

---EvonneTheStoryteller
Walking and Thinking.