Week 17a Is it a bird, is it a plane?

No……. it’s Super Sandra 🙂


I’m sure this woman is losing the plot!!!!! 

Firstly for those following intently you will notice that last weeks post was Week 17, but this week it is 17a!!!!! So where is Week 18????

This week has been a sort of recapping of a few chapters of The Master Key and looking ahead to the Hero’s Journey. We have come so far in the last few months and it is time to make a final decision, are we in or are we out?………… Am I ready for the journey and the life that awaits?

I fully expect the next few weeks to be both exhilarating and emotional as I say goodbye to my Old Blueprint. The person I thought I was, the person other people expect me to be, the person my school reports said I was, the person my peer group said I was and colleagues believe I am, the person my family think I am………….gulp!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I am not all these things then WHO AM I???

20140131_163255We are all born beautiful, innocent little babies, at a time in history that is beyond the wildest dreams of our ancestors, even just 100 years ago!!!! What would our great, great grandparents think if they were to come into our homes and schools now, with computer technology so advanced that we can communicate with people from all over the world? take colour photographs, navigate and video friends with a telephone small enough to fit in our pocket? Microwave food piping hot in minutes and search cyberspace for information on ANYTHING we want?

I can remember going to a friends house for tea in primary school to watch their ‘colour‘ TV! I was so excited. I played in a music concert to raise money so my school could buy a Moog Synthesiser, and I remember my school getting one computer! (The only children allowed to use it were the ones in the maths or computer club….. which I was not because I was not good at maths!….or was I?…….Who knows……a teacher somewhere decided I wasn’t so I grew up to believe it!)

20140131_163425When did this innocent little baby (and yes that is me) begin to doubt herself? When did she start to believe that she was good at this and no good at that? Who said she needed to be more out going, to participate in class discussions, or take CSE maths because she was not capable of an O’Level grade? How did she learn to worry what other people thought of her, become a perfectionist and shy away from anything that she thought might make her look foolish?

Who piled all that CEMENT onto the golden child within?

13601644-hand-print-on-cement-mortar-wall-with-shadow-reliefSo many of us believe what others tell us about who we are rather than who we believe ourselves to be? We doubt our ability to shine in a world that offers us more opportunities than any other time in history?

“I am natures greatest miracle. Since the beginning of time never has there been another with my mind, my heart, my eyes, my ears, my hands, my hair, my mouth. None that came before, none that live today, and none that come tomorrow can walk and talk and move and think exactly like me. All men are my brothers yet I am different from each. I am a unique creature.” (Og Mandino)    

20140131_163350DSCN9086Over the next few weeks, those who have the courage to face their demons and battle the voice in their head telling them to just get back in their box where it is safe will emerge the Hero of their own life. Hold on tight, there could be some turbulence!!!!!

“Peace be the Journey” (Mark Januszewski)