The SoulCollage Evolving book talks about archetypes as mythic energetic patterns. Mythic meaning bigger than an individual, part of the collective unconscious, eternal and powerful. Basically, they will come and have their way with you. They want to be expressed.
But do you want to express them?
The Creator Archetype feels like this raw rush of wild energy. I want to make and make, write and write. I stay up all night creating something. I babble excitedly. My mind goes in a million directions. It feels like drugs.
But when it’s all over, I find my sleep patterns are disrupted. I’m tired, worn out. Cranky. Empty. Hung over.
Sometimes I have something cool to show for it. Sometimes I just have a long bunch of idea babble in my journal.
So I’m thinking maybe it’s time to have some boundaries with the Archetypes. I’m not your bitch, Creator Archetype! I’m not going to surrender my will to take care of myself just because you have some great ideas you want to force through my mind/body. You don’t have a body, you don’t know what it’s like. I’ve got to take care of things, or I feel shitty. So you can just take a number, and I’ll do your bidding on my time.
I don’t want to be driven any more. I want to do the driving. This is my car.
