PlantShaman's Enlightenment Blog

I’m alone tonight – gloriously so.  Orion is flying a trip to Shanghai.  I zipped through a very fun radio interview with Healer this evening on the MetaMystic Radio Show, of which I am now a biweekly co-host.  Been up late working on documentation for the next ZuCamp release, and drinking a bit of wine.  Pandora, of course, has been running in the background, making me gleeful with its targeted selections.  Pandora knows me so well now.  And right at the bitter end, it was nice enough to play The Song – the one I’m just batshit about right now.  A mini anthem of sorts.

The Airborne Toxic Event – Sometime Around Midnight.  Christ all mighty, this is a fucking song.  I’ve listened to it – oh, what, 10 times in a row now?  Found a video of the band playing it on Letterman on YouTube.  Bloody brilliant.  It’s definitely an obsessive song.  By that, I mean – those of us that love it. . .well, we’re freaky about it.  I tend to gravitate to such things, unconsciously.  And this got me thinking.  What is it about such things that make us get so riled up and rabid?

The song is absolutely heartbreaking.  Musically and lyrically, it packs a serious melancholy punch.  In the old days, I realllllly loved this stuff – these kind of songs were just like a really potent bottle of absythne or a killer tab of acid.  Bright Eyes and Tori Amos and Fiona Apple and all the really sullen, channeling, passionately pained peeps – I loved them ever so.  They took me on a ride of indulgence, escapism, and a chance to FEEL – but in a safe way.  Someone else’s emotions, really.  Someone else’s heartbreak.  That’s an illusion of course, it’s ALL our heartbreak, but that’s the game our minds play when they latch on to such things.

Today, tonight. . .I listen to the lead singer’s strained, emotional, destroyed little voice, and I just love him.  Most poignantly, I love the emotion behind his sincerity.  I love it because it’s mine.  Songs about love gone wrong are the norm.  Always have been.  We love everyone else’s heartbreak.  I ascertain these days it’s because, deep down, we love our own heartbreak.  I sure as hell do.  Not necessarily in the moment *sheepish grin* but certainly after the fact.  There’s nothing more in-the-moment, more primal and ALIVE, then those times when our hearts just positively fall apart.  It’s as if those are the only truly authentic moments – when we let down our guard, the stories we imminently carry, and take the time to unleash the beautiful beasts that we truly are.  It’s vulnerability at it’s finest.  It’s so goddamn beautiful.

I used to be a serial monogamist, addicted to the falling in / out of love game.  And with every failed relationship, I let my heart break in dramatic fashion.  Many criticized this process, branding me things like a drama queen.  On one level, that was all true.  On a deeper level, I was dancing with the divine.  God flows throw me the deepest when I just let go, and when the pain of heartbreak railroads me into submission, there is no other path.  I suspect that’s pretty damn universal.  This is why the screeching of lyrics like “You just have to see her, you just have to see her, you know that you’re breaking in two” make so many of us swoon to the point of a pass-out.   Although our relative selves rarely admit it, these are often our favorite moments.  We talk about them, we write about them, we compose songs about them. . .we are them.  More so than the robotic make-believe roles we act out 99% of the time.

This is not to say that authenticity only wears a sad face.  I challenge the notion that these moments are really all that sad anyway.  Yes, in the moment, sometimes they feel unsurvivable – totally overwhelming.  Many a suicide has been facilitated, seemingly, by a broken heart.  But the truth is, broken hearts don’t kill us – the stories around them do.  When we add on a layer of “I can’t live without him” or “This pain is too much for me” – that becomes reality.  The next time you hit this intense emotional place – be it from a failed relationship, the death of a loved one, or just a crazy strain of life circumstances, add in a different story for the event.  Tell yourself – “This will transform me” or “Thank God I get to feel so fucking deeply” or “Finally, finally I get to go into this pain and heal.”

Last week, I let my heart break.  After being around Zen, and watching him battle a potentially fatal bout with cancer, mortality came knocking again.  I watched the pain play out with Orion – consciously or not, we were reacting to this powder keg.  And when my beloved partner and I hit a massive wall of conflict, I escaped to feel.  This time. . .this time, even in the middle of this horrendously painful passion play, I found the part of me that loved it.  Loved the opportunity to drop the facade of “control”, and show a little seemingly out-of-control emotion.  I say seemingly because, it’s very controlled.  In the same way nothing is controlled (man do I love a paradox!)  I loved the opportunity to, as Best Friend would say, Breakdown and Break Through!  Which is exactly what transpired.

I remember, now fondly, my last mind-blowing heartbreak.  The last one I felt while still partially emerged in the illusion of thinking it’s all what it seems / real.  It was gifted to me right as I started awakening to this game.  I had just returned from my first trip to the Amazon, where Ayahuasca had worked to illuminate many of the ways in which I was shutdown and blind.  She had also communicated that the man I was ridiculously in love with – my one and only Seeker – was in fact in a severely narcissistic and toxic phase, and that I would do best by exiting stage left.  IMMEDIATELY.

I had processed this request with sincerity, and was ready to do the deed.  But he had returned from a lengthy stay in Peru, and had come back in a horrific space.  Suicidal, ranting, pain-filled and needy.  I had done what I loved to do with him – put myself last and do anything to assist.  He is / was a glorious being, this Seeker.  So I tried to play the old role of what I deemed a good and worthy girlfriend.

We went to lunch on a Sunday.  It was conflicting and painful in many ways.  We were disconnected, he was angry at what was happening to him – confused by all the very profound revelations he had received in his shamanic adventures.  As was I, but I allowed mine to be diminished in light of his stories – he needed the spotlight.  He always seemed to, but that’s because I was always willing to give it.  We then jetted off to a day time clubbing event where all my friends would be.  I tried to play the role of the dutiful girlfriend, but the newfound authentic fire within was steering me away.  She was seething at his disrespect, his selfishness, his lack of concern for my well-being.  And I was, in part, angry with her – this awakened self that was trying to ruin my love affair. To make me face things I didn’t “think” I was ready for.

After a few hours, watching Seeker get more and more spiteful as the ecstasy that should have melted him made him more callous, the strong girl within finally won.  I feigned an illness and asked for a ride home.  It would be the last time we would see each other.

That next day, I sent him the breakup note.  He lashed out at me in the worst possible way – since I had let him into the insides, he had ample ammunition, and he used every weapon at his disposal.  I wallowed in the most wretched space for three days.  I didn’t leave my bed.  I shutout every last offer of help.  I fantasized about slitting my wrists and disappearing into the ocean.

All the while, the awakened strong one drank up this heartbreak. It was my biggest one, and something told me it would never be like that again.  So I indulged.  And I’m so glad I did.  I let my heart break for every time I resisted such things as well.  At times, I judged myself for the intensity.  Seeker and I hadn’t had that long of a run.  Part of me dictated that this was a mountain out of a molehill.  But somewhere along the way I figured out it wasn’t about him anyway.  Sure, I questioned my actions – what had he really done to deserve this abandonment?  Well, it turns out, he had done plenty.  He had even slept with another woman during our Peru adventure.  I would find that out later – which would give fuel to the tangible reasons.  But those really aren’t the whole story anyway.  Barely even a sliver, really.  This was all about me.

What was happening was simple – I was waking up.  And to do so, for me personally, I had to go through the shadow and darkness, and come out shedding my skin and starting brand new.  I trust I am hardly alone in this journey.  Today, I love Seeker all the more.  I am so, so grateful that he was the catalyst to my awakening.  Through the perceived pain of our separation, I popped my head out of the illusion and found a deeper level of reality.  My instincts were validated.  I got a chance to stand for myself without knowing why.  And I finally really got to shine a light on that destructive self.  All SUCH good things.

Without that heartbreak, I wouldn’t have the beautiful bond I have with Orion.  I wouldn’t have stepped out of the role of my victim stories.  And this is precisely why I think many of us consciously or unconsciously love a good old fashioned heartbreak.  It’s a chance to really get to the heart of what is.  To use the story of the illusion to access the truth of the experience.  Why else would failed love songs be so bloody popular, if deep down we didn’t LOVE the experience of a broken heart?  On the outside, it looks like morbid torture, a really bad time.  But deep down, those of us that survive them – we wouldn’t give them up for all the giggly love-fests in the world.  I’m in a giggly love-fest now – which would never, ever have been possible without the string of Seekers that played that game with me.

Aw, music.  That one passionate, authentic, raw and delicious tune could spur such a tirade of truth.  All righty then, it’s been fun.  I bid thee goodnight.

“And so there’s a change
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies, like two
perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and
homeless, and lost in the haze
of the wine. . .”

Tags: Awakening, Broken Heart, Heartbreak, Love songs