Where the Wild Things Are
As a child I enjoyed reading. One of my favourite books was ‘Where the wild things are’, by Maurice Sendak. As I reflect on my life recently, the month of October in particular, has been a special type of challenge, possibly stemming from some dark magick, that I haven’t seen of this calibre in a long time. Some of my dearest friends and acquaintances have been impacted too. It’s a strange time we live in. It made me think of this book from my childhood, relative to my levels of current resilience and discernment.
From psychic attacks, to everything seemingly going wrong (which I quickly set about conducting revocations and invocations of the highest degree), and of course most things turned out as blessings in disguise because I’m highly protected, resilient and creative. But still, it wasn’t fun going through it at the time. And, I’d hate to see the other guy. The sender, that is. My revocations are somewhat epic and highly-charged these days, so I have been off the radar doing plenty of self-care work.
For background about the book, it is about a boy named Max. He dresses in a wolf costume and he’s causing problems at home, being a bit naughty, as children sometimes do. Max is sent to his room as punishment, without supper. Max is angry at his parents, tired, and hungry. (This book is written in the 1950’s or so, where it was probably appropriate to send a child to bed without supper and there’s no way anyone would stand for that today, so please take this in context as it was written for its time, which is not how we behave today.)
Bored (and probably tired), Max imagines his room changing into a jungle, and he sails to an island where there are monsters that he calls the Wild Things.
The Wild Things try to scare Max, but it doesn’t work, because Max isn’t afraid. Max does not go into fear about things that go bump in the night. Instead, he sees it as a game, manages to intimidate the Wild Things, befriends them, and they ultimately decide that he should be their king. He goes on fun adventures with them, but gets bored. He controls his world throughout the story, and mimics his real-life parents by sending the Wild Things to bed without their supper, just as his parents did to him.
Max feels lonely eventually, abdicates the throne and decides he wants to go back home, much to the distress of the Wild Things who want him to stay. The Wild Things are infuriated that their king is leaving, but Max ends up sailing away home, leaving the angry Wild Things behind him, stomping and causing chaos on the island but ultimately, unable to reach Max.
When Max comes home, his dinner had been served to him. Max had enjoyed his little adventure in his imagination as the strong free-willed and creative being that he is, slept and reset himself, and even when he thought that nobody cared, that even the Wild Things were angry at him in his dream world, he was safe at home and his parents loved him.
A child can masterfully work their way through their feelings and environmental impacts upon them, using nothing more than imagination, determination, sovereignty, and transform potentially fearful and frustrating situations into fun, excitement, freedom and resilience by standing up for themselves. How did Max overcome fear and stand up for himself?
He used ‘the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once’.
We can start mastering the art of ‘the staring game’, whenever we face a challenging situation. Discern its energy. Then, take no prisoners, and deal with it. Look it right in the eyes, whether it’s got teeth and claws with yellow eyes, or fairy wings and a halo. Call in your magician’s hat or wear your wolf costume, and let your inner-Max roar their way out of the falsehood!
But unlike Max, show compassion after you’ve stood your ground, and cut cords the proper way. Don’t leave angry Wild Things behind. Tidy up that mess – that’s what forgiveness and revocations are for.
Tread your own path, and Roaring Revocations at the ready!
