Alan Rickman! Wow.... 69!
The yin an yang of life.
I googled him & this picture with the quote came up.
Struck a cord within me as did this man;s acting.
Funny how some actors can creep into every nook like melted butter upon a warm English Muffin!
Alan's role in Harry Potter always caught my eye ~ wondered if it was
because he looked so much like Trent Reznor with his dark long hair or
that Alan played such a delicious Evil Guy.
He not only looked the part~
He was evil.
And isn;t that the key to a great actor!!?
The ability to listen up to another;s perspective an morph into that role.
The ultimate of open mindedness! There must be no inhibitions.
Freely giving way to the process of melting.
Disintegrating, evaporating into a whole new element.
A great actor becomes an exact replica of the very nook and cranny of that characters' soul.
True abandonment of self!?
Is that how memory is held?
The memories of youth , past, present, future..
What serves as the mortar that sets forth the fossils of the mind?
After all aren;t we all a bunch of stories!
Everyone's got a story.
Some choose to remember , some choose to forget,
some can;t help but forget thru the immense pain....
has served as an enormous eraser.
Biochemicals of fear & pain inhibit or prohibit
the unfolding of vivid stories?
The creative mind colors in the black and white lines
of memory as does an actor to his character
depicting a story,
Told by the story teller.
I love to tell stories!
Mine and those of others...
not in my need to be a know it all
~ just in the need to share a good story!
Perhaps it was the dramas & the chaos that branded my heart & my mind with the pictures of my childhood so deeply.
Being that I was raised with the disciplines of ballet and somehow
grand fears of authority; could this have set forth breeding grounds
of capsulized memory ability.
What is the formula, the combination that allows,
for some reason, certain brains to have terabyte capacity!?
My memories are so strong and when I share my stories ~ I find there are several sorts of listeners.
Ones that open up to listen , thus receive wholeheartedly.
And those that shutter ; their earballs start to bleed as soon
as the story horse leaves it's gate~
the question marks fill their eyes & block their ears.
I can feel the energy of revelation or rejection.
It's interesting to me.
I'm a reverent listener even if the person sharing activates an inner rejection
or is ,let's say, beyond my visual capacity ...
I set my"egoself" up on the shelf.....
allowing my ear to brain acquiesce .
I;m looking for the experience....
the story fills my heart chambers and suddenly I am where they are.
A sort of time travel thru another.
~as it is all a matter of perspective~
did some shutter in utter rejection whilst others
listened to every word with sincere reverence.
Were these the ancestors that were selfless and uninhibited .
To freely receive the colors and hues of another's perspective
without fragility? Thus to pass along these very stories
of where "we" came from and who "we" are?!!
Did the ego slip in along the line, where complete selflessness
became bombarded
by selfish ego
blocking the ear from absorbing tales of history.
Ego became the doubter, the non believer
& ultimately the judge.
The editor of our ancestral birthrights.
The power of the Great I AM.
What happened to the tradition of the circular story time
within families?
Perhaps it was in time with the splintering of families.
Inside of an actor , the unification of mind & body
delivers the magic .
The source of great deliverance
is in the art of listening.
The actor is the master in
the court of stories.
As Alan said it is a Human Need to be told stories.
The Peter Pan in me is always looking for a good Wendy.
And without the good "Wendy's" our children's futures
become absent of divine myth.
I am a Wendy. I am a story teller.
As was Alan a story teller thru his many roles he
served acting them.
Thank you Alan for this nutritional morsel .
And thank you for dedicating your life to your art.
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