So that brings me back to trauma. I thought about the people who "get" to change their identities in a socially acceptable way -- Cat Stevens, Prince, JK Rowling (by name), I think Snoop Dogg is now Snoop Lion (haa)...so mostly artists with loose ties to convention. Successful artists are allowed to experiment with identity under the guise of creating art. But in many cases the creation of artist identity emerged from trauma. Trauma that brought out either an alter ego or the person they were all along or set them on their mystical, spiritual paths.
Why are artists and poets and writers and painters allowed to go off the sanity grid as a symptom of soul evolution and others are not?
Why are artists and poets and writers and painters allowed to go off the sanity grid as a symptom of soul evolution and others are not?
The idea that you have to burn to emerge -- burning to the ground everything that you have been taught is true, to hold onto no matter what, or to preserve at all costs no matter how hard the wind blows, is actually a false construct. And now for a "one time, at Burning Man" story...I went for the first time last year. You probably know that the place is fraught with pyros and anything that is not people, potty, or personal belongings gets incinerated --sometimes ceremoniously, sometimes not. There's always a structure dedicated to letting go, asking for something, remembering someone, etc. called the "temple". Growing up Mormon, "temple" always meant something far different, and you certainly couldn't wander into it naked and covered in alkaline dust. But this temple was open to the angelic and perverse, filthy and innocent -- it was all one and the same. The structure itself was incredibly ornate, built with lacy balsa wood like those 3D dinosaur puzzles. People spent a long time building it, in extreme conditions and then it took on a very powerful energy buzz after more people filled it with words, wishes, scourges, loves, loss, addiction, music...
The natural inclination was to develop an attachment to this structure and what it represented. It was sacred. It was special. It belonged, at least in some way, to everyone. So when they burnt this thing to the ground, I came face to face with the deeply-embedded concept of why we do anything in this life. Do we build and cultivate and define our own structures so that we can keep them intact forever -- (even though we "know" logically that everything is impermanent?) or is the act of building the part that does last -- the experience of creating a place for the communal shedding of emotional weight and expressing desire...or building it just because it's beautiful...for no purpose beyond that... but then I came to a baseline realization that "we" (I'm not sure where "we" begins or ends) aren't taught to value destruction. Even though it happens all the time. Instead, endings and failures and disappointments and disease are all categorized under destruction and labeled bad. I discovered, for the first time, how creative destruction can be. Voluntary, deliberate destruction. I saw value in the act of detachment from form and construct (because the structure itself is not important, the symbolism, experience, community and transformation are because they are impervious to the elements that can destroy structure -- fire, time, wind, neglect).
So then I thought about the deliberate destruction of identity. Sometimes it happens as a natural response to trauma (memory loss, PTSD, depersonalization disorder) where a person detaches from old constructs and identity becomes more fluid. I think it speaks to the necessity and therapeutic pathways of burning down identity constructs. How does a person do this consciously, willfully and without the red stamp of mental illness and the stigma attached? It happens in nature -- wildfires, menstrual cycles, wind carving out canyons...and we don't think twice. Destruction is an essential ingredient in transformation, fertility, and the evolution of the spirit which doesn't rely on structure but can be stagnated by the belief that old structures must be preserved. And we think about it as a victimizing force when it happens "to" us, but what about using it as a creative force? And when destruction happens, is it a sign of mental illness to dismantle your old identity in favor of a new one or is it more "unwell" to maintain the same old names and constructs that belonged to a person that has died a spiritual death (thereby ignoring what has emerged?) And to do this publicly, would people think you were nuts?
I think this fear of detachment from form and fear of destruction as the enemy of creativity (rather than its conspirator) creates more of a "split personality" affect than willfully acknowledging that change has occurred. Sometimes this comes through in the form of a radical, post-breakup buzz cut, moving to a new house to make new memories, or experimenting with illicit drugs. But why does it have to be a subtle, awkward crawl away from a burning structure? Why not light the match yourself, invite a few friends to watch it burn, and turn to face the harsh and endless landscape of the unknown, armed with a new name?
The trauma becomes the fodder for transformation.