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Warrior no more

I love the concept of archetypes, I can’t even remember when I found about the idea, but I suspect it has always been there because of the vast amount of reading I have always done.

An archetype is:

a constantly recurring symbol or motif in literature, painting, or mythology (this usage of the term draws from both comparative anthropology and from Jungian archetypal theory). In various seemingly unrelated cases in classic storytelling, media, etc., characters or ideas sharing similar traits recur.
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I have always seen myself as a ‘warrior’ archetype, and at times  throughout my life I would get flashes of being a ‘healer’ and ‘wise woman’.

The warrior archetype I associated myself with because needs to fight its way through – the clue is in the name after all. But I have come to believe that I felt that this masculine warrior path was the only way to succeed in the world, that the softer feminine approach to life wasn’t valid.

Any flash of being a ‘healer’ I have always met with derision and scorn, how can I be a ‘healer’, I am far too rough, tough for that. But it is something which keeps coming up, over many years now, as is ‘wise woman’.

Why have I scoffed at what my soul is telling me? I think because I had bought into the story that I was a warrior. I had to take on a protector role at a young age and be fiercely independent and I think that has shaped me a lot. Hell I even did Viking re-enactment for years and can fight with a bow, axe, seax (knife) and sword. Not to mention years of martial arts. Both of these are bad for me, my body is not designed to function in that way, sure I can push myself through, but it rebels. I would frequently get injured and I distinctly remember one of the oldest members of my Viking group – Vinnie, who had to be in his 70s and was the living definition of ‘wiry’, telling me that the amount I was sleeping was wrong and I should go and get seen by the doctor. Most of the time I would fight, eat and sleep while at camp. I didn’t see this as a problem and yet it was clearly my body telling me that this wasn’t right for me. I didn’t listen. Which I think is beginning to be the story of my life.

So, no more. I am going to do my best to listen deeply to what my soul is telling me. I’m sure it is going to take a long time for it to trust me again, because let’s face it I have ignored it for years and starved it of nourishment by going to church for the past two years.

Is there something your soul is telling you that you are not listening to? What archetype are you and do you think it is true, or something you have had to do?

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