“Dad… that guy’s kissing your truck.”
I looked over at the flurry of workers drying and shining its' glass and tires.
Sure enough, one of the carwash attendants was literally kissing the back windshield of my truck. More accurately, he was kissing a sticker on it…kissing it as though it were the Pope’s ring.
I had one of those ‘WTF?’ moments before realizing what was going on, and at once, it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world.
I knew then, I had created something genuinely powerful.
I just had the sticker printed. A whole box of them in fact. It was of my own design. My own personal talisman in the form of a pirate flag. A flag that would serve as more than the symbol of my Original Medicine. It was a touchstone. An energy source. A charging station.
The flag reflects back to me, the story I tell myself about who I really am. It also kicks me in the ass when I fail to tell myself the story and instead, fall into the rut of complacency and smallness. Which I do, unfortunately. But less so as time goes on.
"The Black" serves as a powerful talisman for me.
The idea of a pirate flag tells the story of my devotion to the rebellious freedom that lives inside of me. The skeleton is a reminder of the short time we have in this life - so get off your ass and live it!
The lightning is how I strive to strike, powerfully and accurate. And the snake... the snake is a symbol of renewal and transformation. A symbol often misunderstood which in my opinion, makes it even more potent.
All parts together, the flag represents my commitment to living fully and connected to my Original Medicine.
Having a vibrational “tuning forks” like this one, helps put me back into relationship with my power. My ability to play, imagine, create, set boundaries, and serve.
As the drying and shining was completed, the workers trailed away one by one, on to the next car. One person remained behind, smiling. I put my hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eye and thanked him.
“No. Thank you,” he said, and I climbed in my truck and drove away, grinning.
Make your own flag. Or mandala. Or symbol, figure, banner. Whatever works for you. Heck, go get a tattoo if it pleases you. Put some genuine thought and effort into it. Create something that reflects the story of who you are when you are firmly seated in the center of your truth. Don’t do it for anyone other than yourself. Finally, be mindful of where you put it. You don’t want complete strangers kissing it. Or…maybe you do.
I make videos about the things I and the people I serve, need to hear.