The Beauty and the Beast within.
Can you spot the beauty and the beast?
You are beautiful and you are a beast.
There are three groups that are my favorite to watch acting like a beast. 1. Petite and petite/petite young mothers. 2. 3 year old children. 3. 90 year olds. They are all just so beautiful to me that I enjoy seeing them be the beast. It is fun.
Just sometime watch a perfectly adult petite/petite lady with a 3 year old play monsters. Guaranteed to make you laugh. And old granny making an evil face is just hilarious.
We just stereotype most folks, which is fine by me, so that when they act out of the character we imagine them to be it is funny. And we all have a bit of the beauty and the beast within us.
Today you will see the beast.
There will be at the very least a thought that crosses your mind that is beast like. My favorite is "I hate". And second unto it is "I can't". I have those thoughts from time to time through out the day. and in some form so do you.
I have taught all of my children to stand in front of the mirror and make faces. Sulking faces, happy faces, scary faces and triumphant faces. This has served them well to be reminded of the beauty and the beast inside them.
Most Native American Indian tribes and clans have a name that translates into "Walks in Beauty". In some cases it is given at birth and in others it is earned. You can earn that name today.
Just set this sign up.
Just say no and just do it.
When the thoughts come, realize them. Notice them and then do not cast aside or dwell there. Just accept that is what it is and move on and away. Oh my beasts are hungry. So do not feed the beast.
Nourish the beauty. If your day is filled with beauty then there is no need for a space to be filled. If there is no space for the beast to reside in you, it will not and cannot.
Do not dare slip into the morass of getting down on yourself for having the beast and wild thoughts, that is feeding it.
Chocolate cake feeds either, your choice.
My initial article ended here. But my editors told me it was incomplete.
Sometimes for me the beauty lies in knowing when to just stop writing or talking. But many tell me that I got it wrong that that is the beast inside me. I am beginning to see their point. I have to figure that low self esteem and my older siblings always telling me to be quiet led me to my way of thought. I think I actually have felt for years that what I have to say is not worthy.
So the point I want to make right here is that sometimes that beast inside us squashes down on the beauty and hinders it or suppresses it. We have these little voices of insecurity and lack of confidence and low self worth on the beauty side.
How many times have you heard the notion expressed that little Johnny is "acting out to get attention". Think about that. Little Johnny's beast suppressed his happy child self so that it could act out and do wrong. Make a nuisance so that the beast gets noticed.
Later we can talk about using the beast.
So we all have the beast.
Now that beast must be good for something. Just say you are a football player or a court room attorney. One would think that the beast might be good in these situations. But one would be wrong. The notion of the beast overrules any notion of finesse. And anything done well needs finesse. Try to think of another -- bar room fighting. Again that would be wrong as an accomplished fighter will beat a maniac beast any day of the week.
It is amazing but any area of competition precludes the use of the beast. It will always be beaten by the beauty withing the art and the person. Just think back in history of all the hell on earth created and dispatched by the beast when combined with religion. Yikes!!
Oh my think of the beast and marriages or child rearing. The terror and destruction it causes.
So I hope by now you are asking when is the beast ever helpful or good?
Have you ever been proud of your beast?
Can you think of a single time when your beast did what was right?
This is how the beast can be good.
To fight and challenge oppression and hate. There are points in time when wrong is just wrong. Determining this fact can be both a long thoughtful process or it can be instantaneous.
One of my favorite stories is of a man who was filled with love and compassion and mercy and grace. But one day he just got so upset with wrong that he went about being violent and turning over tables and chasing folks away and breaking out a whip and somewhat cursing a whole bunch of people. His name was Jesus and he did it at a temple where folks were making a profit off of others faith and fears and ignorance.
Now most of us know that the story is of God made man. I think most people understand the concept and the story line. Jesus was actually made man so that he, among other things could die like man. Well apparently He also had a beast like man.
I find that comforting. I have a beast that is unbridled at times. It is immediate and visceral and mean and nasty. It allows me to forget right and wrong and just act in a beastly fashion. I can honestly say it has only come in two basic formulas. When I must fight for survival and not just for a cause. And the other 3 times I remember it clearly was when I witnessed a man beating a smaller being. Something just snaps in me. It really has never ended that well but I have never regretted it either.
Now the last place where the beast works for me is in writing. It just comes out to make a point that otherwise I would refrain from making. If anyone cared to pay attention they would see it and notice it. But that is a recognizable thing and fairly well controlled.
So let me close on this note.
I hope you never see or be the beast. It is very seldom pleasant. I hope that you never run into a situation where your beast may be needed and I hope that you can find the peace that controls that beast.
Beauty brings forth the good in people. Normally it changes beasts into happy creatures and give harmony to all that witness it. Of course I do not speak of beauty that is skin deep. Although I have seen people radiate - especially brides and expecting mothers and dads at a child's birth. But in general I speak of that beauty that is on the inside and resting a waiting for us to call upon it and invite it to the forefront of our being.
A special note to authors and writers that I know. I have seen so much beauty in the words here written by my friends that I stand in awe as though in front of the temple of love that exists in our hearts. The love expressed in the poetry and uplifting comments given to other writers is a very very special beauty and I thank all of you for showing it.
