Turning a lifelong fear into strength
The fact that I can look at this photo without freaking out is pretty damn awesome.
A lifelong fear
When I was a cute little kid (oh, what went wrong?!
) I had nightmares about wolves. Well, a nightmare actually. The same one, over and over and over again. I can still retell it to this day (not that I like to, it still freaks me out a little).
Getting what you need
Anyway, in the vein of ‘the Universe sends you stuff when you need it’ I’ve been reading various posts that converged for me. First off (thought not necessarily chronologically speaking), Havi recently posted about how to meet your fear in a totally amazing and non-yucky way, then Urban Panther posted about her Panther name and ‘companion’, also Emma wrote about being able to turn towards her fear cave/tunnel through the use of crayons and I was also reading about the Rememberance process from Mark’s free workbook.
Turning fear into strength
So, that’s the prelude, here’s the story.
I was having a go at the Rememberance stuff (the bit you need to know is that I end up feeling full of compassion and love and happy thoughts). To do it I had my eyes closed, and the dark (plus it’s like 2am or something because that’s when I do my stuff) triggers my wolf fear again. Oh hello wolf fear, I know you sooooo well.
The thing is, and I can’t remember where I got this from, the opposite of love is fear. And I was chock full o’ love at this point so the fear popped up but I found myself happy to sit there and watch it, and let it be, and not ignore it or chase it away. So my wolfy buddy just sat there and wasn’t chased away and didn’t disappear. Then the crazy amazing wonderful bit happened.
NOTHING HAPPENED!
Mr Wolf sat there, he did not run at me and bite my head off, growl, snarl or even howl. He just sat there looking at me. (Note: at this point, I can’t actually see a wolf, this is just the intense feeling I get that a wolf is near me) By this point I am kinda doing a little freaked out happy dance in my head. Wow, being able to sit with my fear is amazing. Plus, hey, there’s this wolf feeling that’s been following me around for 20+ years and it’s sat there patiently waiting for me.
Meeting my fear in animal form
So now I had this amazing opportunity to meet my wolf fear and have a little conversation with him. Hmmm, wacky sounding, but given the journey I’ve been on for the last 11 months I was ready to try something other than left-brain logic to deal with a situation.
That particular evening I was really only prepared to acknowledge and sense. I got an image (a non-snarly version of picture above, or pretty close anyway) and just felt the presence with a sense of love rather than fear. For me, pretty damn monumental.
Fast forward to tonight. I spend a fantastic evening with one of my few met-in-real-life, super cool, can talk about fear with, friends. At the end I spot some wolf bookends and a conversation gets kicked off. Lots of support and lots of honesty (“You can lie to yourself, James, but you can’t lie to me.”) The end result, I’m about ready to actually have a conversation with the one thing that has terrified me my entire life.
Let’s have that again for real dramatic effect:
I’m about ready to actually have a conversation with the one thing that has terrified me my entire life.
How’s that for awesomeness?!
So here goes:
Hi. Why have you been following me around for 20+ years?
- You’re not in with the rest of the pack, you need to come join us.
Oh, that sounds a bit scary, why do I need to join the pack?
- In the pack lies strength of numbers, and the assurance to allow you to build real self-confidence
- In the pack you can be part of something bigger that works towards real action
- In the pack you will no longer feel alone
BAM! And with number three we have tears. Who knew? Well, apparently, my wolf did. He’s being following me around a long time. I’m so glad I finally learnt how to listen to him.
Thanks to everyone who helped me get here and thanks to you for reading this. Let’s go howl at the moon!



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