 Twenty years ago, a consulting room. My mentor handed me Discovering the Enneagram by Richard Rohr, all tattered. "The accurate type probably won't excite you," she said. "Hopefully, it'll pinch. At best, being worked by the Enneagram is not a process of self-fulfillment, but metanoia."
But wait, I'm a child of the 60s and 70s! Self-everything! The etymology of that Greek word doesn't sound promising at all. And besides, the writing's so... stentorian. I feel like he's yelling at me! She continued. "It's a way through the hall of mirrors, a re-discovery of the prism through which the Light shines. A path out of the prison of one's fixation, though we can use it to imprison ourselves and others." Prisms, prisons, years. The Enneagram made great casual conversation, a source of fascination. But as more time passed, I'd not only feel the pinch but a slice - dis-integrated mirror-selves acting in, acting out - consequences reverberating through families, communities, nations, generations. More years, more transits, more energy of creation. More, more more. Uncle. ************** Now. New sources of energy and intelligence are so welcome - particularly in this deeply weird age when Lewis Carroll's phantasms and three-dimensional chess seem real. BASTA *************** Now. Fr. Rohr's perspective feels right, gentle even. Listen to his two-part interview (Finally Getting Over Yourself) - one of many delightful conversations in Ian Cron's podcast TYPOLOGY. Quite a few servants of humanity (arts, spirit, all manner of helping) get into freewheeling exchanges and bring themselves to Light - nothing quite like it in the land of listening. Comments are closed.
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