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CallaFirestormBW -> RE: changing our beliefs. (7/23/2010 11:54:41 AM)
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I hovered around the edge of the community for a very, very long time. I've provided pastoral care in the community for many more years than I've actually participated in the authority-dynamic part of this, and that was, quite frankly, because I'm a complete control freak. What makes this so very interesting is that my formal entrance into the House that I'm now a part of required that I enter "on my knees" -- and not just a little bit. I had to enter and allow myself to be stripped bare -- not just physically, but mentally, emotionally... even spiritually and communally. I had to let go of every idea and item that I was holding and relinquish it for scrutiny and deal with the possibility that I wouldn't get it back. Because of the track that I wanted to take, the road to get there was a 'trial by fire'... an 'all or nothing'. Quite frankly, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to let go and do it... and my reason? Well, it's like this. I was really attached to who I thought I was, but part of me was -terrified- that if I gave up... if I yielded to that extent for as long as I was expected to... that I might not ever want to take control again. It was there -- it was this deep kernel of fear that cost me six months of sleepless nights and dickering with myself, and six months of warning the man who was going to "take me down" if I agreed that, if I did this, the House might never GET a Keeper out of it -- that somewhere in there I -might- just be a lifelong submissive, and all of my scrambling, through my life, to control the chaos around me might be nothing more than a facade... and that I just didn't know whether I could bring myself to find that out about myself -- the possibility that I was, deep down, completely submissive. You know, I did it. Eventually, I had to make a choice -- either do it or don't... and the waves of chaos were stronger than the chains of my old perceptions, and I just let them wash me away, just that once. I relinquished control and let life carry me where it would. According to the Keepers, I was a tough sell -- I really struggled to hold on to my perceptions of myself for a long time. My training took a lot longer than it might for someone else, because I really couldn't start until I was ready to let everything I -thought- I knew about myself go... and that took almost 5 years in a collar. Often, the "worst case scenario" turns out to be far from the horror that we thought it would be. That's how service ended up being for me. I figured out that I can yield, when I need to -- to life, to circumstance, and to others. It made being in a relationship with me a much healthier thing for everyone I was involved with, to tell you the truth... and, in the end, when I was given the option of staying as a servant and taking on responsibilities towards becoming a Keeper, there wasn't really any question for me -- the transition to Keeper was organic... much more organic, for me, than the whole decision process to yield. I really -did- know myself... but to be honest, I wasn't -sure- about what I knew until it was put to the fire. By the time I made it through the crucible of my training with the House, I knew, in no uncertain terms, that my forte was in leadership. I also knew, from having been there, how to spot others who might have that streak in them, but who were uncertain and needed the right kind of nurturing. Interestingly enough, among everything else I learned, I learned how to recognize and learned to highly value those individuals who both understood their calling to service and who were not so badly damaged by society that they were comfortable doing so -- and I learned how to help them to evoke their own potential as servants, without destroying that spark of joyful yielding within them. I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn't let Ebony take me down this road -- I'll never say that I wasn't terrified. I was... but you know, if the worst case would have happened, and I would have found myself a -servant- in the House, rather than a Keeper, I can't imagine a better place to have landed making that discovery. Calla
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