THE (Mis) ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN PICK-A-CARD – A True Story of Archetypes in Action
"ARCHETYPES AS INNER HEALERS"

This late August past, I went to a dance party to celebrate the prominence of Mars in our sky. Being a loyal Martian, I was the "little green man." Invading the celebration, my Martian persona was a bit of the Fool and Devil, and like the coyote trickster who bites his own tail, I bit the dust. Surely, there were signs and admonitions, but the shadow sides of the Fool and Devil were consumed by the light and libation. Funster without restraint, mocking the pious savior Hanged Man, hanging upside down on the back of a friend, I went down! Down and down to the ground, straight onto my head. Boom! Crunch, pain... party over!!!!

Here I am, a month later, and still in bed. The Deck had been stacked, my own head and heart and body full of Setback, Disappointment, Fear, Sorrow, Anger, Negativity, Oppression. Fortuna was frowning, the Devil was smiling, and the Fool was.

"Hold on, I am Captain Pic a Card on the Voyager journey to wholeness. Where's my map, my cards, my healing way? "
"Inside, inside," whispered the wise Priestess. "You have internalized the cards and map of the healer, trust and follow it."

The first card that came to light was Time-Space – Cronus, the great seer of time, "Give yourself time, lots of time...be the Hanged Man for the first time in a long time... hang out, hang out, hang in there, hang in... again and again. Do nothing. Let go of agendas (no Voyager trip to Santa Fe and China) Just exist...be. Survive in the nothing, in the 'no', in the zero. Breathe and pass the time. Your body knows, let it lead. It's the time and space to get out of your busy head, to stop moving ahead."

"Ahhh, ohhh, groan and moan, cry and cry, inward turning, awareness of body and pain and nothing else," spoke the Hermit healer. No friends, no phone, no email, no work. Alone, rest....regenerate.

"But why? Why this? Why now?," I ego cried.

"For growth, of course," my own inner teacher Hierophant said. And asked of me, "what is the lesson?"

Balance.
I was out of balance.
Why did I fall? Out of balance.
too much doing, not enough being,
too much movement, not enough stillness,
too much outside, not enough inside,
too much excitement, not enough restraint,
too much others, not enough intimacy
too much speed, not enough slow,
too much firm, not enough gentle,
too much emperor, not enough empress
too much inebriants, not enough equilbriants
too much.

Time has cured. Balance has won. The Hanged Man has saved. Time-Space has provided. The Priestess has spoken. The Hermit has healed. The Hierophant has taught. The Archetypes know.

The Captain is now back on track, on the "balance train."

"Charioteer enthusiast," commanded my Chariot Inner Life Card, "curb your wheels! Turn your explorer inward. Re-Turn. Go back to go forth. Re-Verse, Re-View, Re-new, Re-Create"

Great "RE," my god/ess, has spoken,
and magic has returned... witness a re-vival from the dead...

Revived, there will be, soon, a revised STAR TREE: Way of the Seeker -The Master Game... CD rom, online Course, and book on its way.

To be followed by, in due time, Way of the Seer, Way of the Mentor, and Way of the Master.

(The previous great death/breakthrough time for me was when my body broke down into hepatitis, forcing me to stop, meditate... and send my professorship into Trash, get on the spiritual path, and produce Voyager).

The morale(s) of the story... out of nothing comes something. stop to move. reverse to progress. Archetypes rule! listen, look, learn. Heal!

– The Captain Reminded, Remembered and Reborn

(Transmitted 9/28/05)