I’ve had this theory, for quite a long time now, that my life is based around a fairy tale… and just maybe everyone’s is.
Let me try to explain.
Imagine that, at the very start of becoming human and beginning this great adventure of playing at being physical creatures in a three dimensional world, our greater, non-physical, soul selves created a sort of master plan for human life to play out in. Let’s imagine they (we) came up with a set of archetypal storylines, each involving a journey – an adventure of some sort with heroes and villains, difficult choices and wise ones who just happen to appear at the right moment.
Now imagine that, no matter what else we forgot about our origins and our true purpose, however muddled and confused we became by religions and sciences and politics and cultures, our greater selves would find a way to ensure that these vital blueprints for living out physical life could not be forgotten. They would be hardwired into us. Every generation would feel an innate urge to share them and pass them on to the next. We would not be able to lose them. Is that possible?
Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell and many others have written about the mono-myth, the hero’s journey or whatever they chose to call it.
Here it is at it’s most basic.
I suspect, though, that there are several variations – a collection of mythic journeys – and that, maybe in our pre-birth planning stage, we selected one to work with, in just the way you might select a video to watch, a book to read or a game to play.
Here in the West, the remnants of these blueprints are gathered in the collections of Hans Andersen, the Brothers Grimm and (in the USA) Mother Goose. The same storylines, though, exist all over the planet. They are in folk tales, soaps, Hollywood movies and Shakespearean dramas. There’s always a twist in the tale, an unexpected choice, a reversal we weren’t expecting, to keep us interested, but the themes remain, because we need them to.
I won’t tell you which story is mine. It’s a bit too personal. You see, you know the story too well, and if I were to reveal its name, you’d know my life. My character is on a long journey, seeking for something. Various other characters and situations appear and distract me, lull me into a false sense of security. Then, all of a sudden something happens to remind me of my quest, and I feel angry at the wasted time and set off again to continue my search. There’s nothing trite or trivial about this journey. It’s not even just a matter of life and death; it’s more than that. It’s my soul/sole purpose and I need to get on and complete it.
I wrote about this theory at greater length, although probably not particularly well, in Life: A Player’s Guide, because I knew then – back in 2012 – how important it was.
Since then I’d forgotten.
But something happened this week to bring me back to it, so on I’ll go, hoping that now I finally have all the gifts, all the helpers and mentors and all the luck to complete my quest and reach a happy ending.