Or Why You Should Write Your Own Story…
The other day, I saw a Facebook post listing 10 rules for life, and one of them was NEVER get into a taxi alone when you’ve had too much to drink. I agree wholeheartedly with that, but today, I heard a story that made me question if I’ll ever take a taxi again!
A male friend was telling me about the outrageous taxi-driver he’d had the “good fortune” to be sent a couple of nights ago after a night on the town with friends. The taxi driver had a CD of Movie Theme Tunes and he was telling the all-male passengers how he uses it to “pull” a date, by leaving inventive voice-mails, set to this music. Possibly due to the alcohol they’d consumed, the friends were having trouble understanding how it worked so the taxi-driver decided to give them a demonstration so powerful they sobered up from laughing.
With the CD playing the theme tune to Jaws quietly in the background, he began: “Julie, it’s me Chris, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you… I want to take you away to a beautiful Greek Island and spend time alone with you. I’d buy you a drink at a beachside restaurant, mine’s a pint of Stella, and yours is… [attempt at sexy voice] whatever you want… It’ll be hot and you’ll go for a swim in the gorgeous blue water, I’ll watch you walk out to the water looking super sexy in your tiny bikini.” The music was gathering pace and the tone of the story changed “To my surprise, you swim straight out, away from the shore, I’m uncomfortable with being out of my depth, and I hear the strains of the “Jaws” theme tune in my head, can you hear it too Julie? You’re swimming further and further away, you’re a tiny dot! Suddenly I spot a fin… Julie!! I shout, but you’re too far away, the shark is right there! I see him pull you under and I jump up, spilling my pint of Stella! Julie! Julie! Oh no!!! I’m crying now as the shark goes into a feeding frenzy, the water is boiling and I can see flashes of severed limbs. I’m in despair, powerless to help. You were so lovely… I can’t believe I’ll never hear your voice again….” And here was the piece de resistance “[adopts mysterious tone] Or will I?”
Apparently, this tactic works like a charm and the women in question never fail to return his calls. I’d been laughing all the way through the story, but the idea that someone would think this was a wonderful tactic made me laugh even harder! I’m not sure who I’m most worried about, the poor deluded taxi driver, who MUST be telling fibs, surely? Or the poor women (if indeed they ARE real) who are desperate enough to call back a guy who just envisioned their grisly death and told them about it, in graphic detail!
It made me think about my work, which is all about perception. Whatever I’m working on, be it Aura Mists, bespoke perfumes or my healing work, I’m always considering the lens of life. How you feel about yourself is so important to how the world sees you, and how you see the world. Using an Aura Mist is a strongly symbolic gesture to the universe – you are making a conscious decision to take charge of your energetic vibration. When you are wearing a bespoke perfume you are making a statement about who you are, the positive memories that shaped you and the things you love are depicted in that perfume just as definitively as if they were in a painting of your life. And when you make the decision to work on healing your energy with me, you are taking charge of, and clearing, painlessly, any negativity in your auric field, some of which could have been hanging around since childhood.
I believe that my work empowers you to be the author of your own story, and really, wouldn’t you rather it was you holding the pen, than Chris the taxi-driver?
I’d love to hear your experiences of someone else trying to write your story. Feel free to leave a comment below, or get in touch via social media – all the links are below.