Tattooing the Moment
Is your head the most perfect of heads? Does it have an interesting shape? Is it the sort of head that does not require hair to complete you? If so, you just might have the perfect element for becoming a cranial billboard. A little tattoo ink, comfy walking shoes, and you have the potential of a whole new career or a grand adventure…
But let’s talk about me for a few moments before we consider your future (hey now, this is my blog and I can talk about me all I want, thank you very much. LOL).
When I first came to this country (way too long ago to mention the year), one of the most compelling feelings I felt was an expansive sense of freedom. My family was on the other side of the pond, and here I was, a sweet young thing following her bliss. And one of the first things I did was to follow the American dream by driving across the country. I wanted to see it all and another long plane ride would not accomplish that goal. The young man who had my heart at the time provided the means. Wouldn’t you love it if I told you all about his beautiful vintage, Cadillac convertible? I could describe the wind whipping through my long hair as we happily hit the back roads. But a more apt image to invoke is one of two gawky barely adult-teenager types, one with a buzz cut and one with long hair (I was the buzz cut), and an old minivan (it was white). We did hit lots of back roads, though and camped in the back of the minivan at every National Park we came found.
Needless to say, we also met a lot of very different people. I think that trip awakened me to the whole American version of New Age and competitive Buddhism (as a friend of mine calls it). I learned how to meditate on that trip - how to really meditate, not just close my eyes and struggle to ignore the pressures of life. I learned how to be relaxed, aware and to feel the earth beneath me, often opening my eyes to lush vistas of potential. From that moment on, it seemed as if an electric, tingling sensation remained with me. Something was happening. The rebellious Brit shed her shocker shell and began to understand that anger was not a way to go through life.
In Sturgus, SD I was able to bring together that free spirit and the one that was turning into the hypnotist you know today. The episode of X-files where Scully got the infinity tattoo on her back had just aired. I was so impressed that I too had the same emblem (the snake eating itself known as Ouroboros) tattooed on my lower back. To me it was very much the alchemy idea, infinite possibilities and transformation.
So, I had to laugh when I saw the casting call for Air New Zealand. They are looking for 30 people who would be willing to shave their head and have messages of Air New Zealand’s transformational journeys permanently displayed there. Ultimate marketing - the cranial billboard comes to LA. I totally love it. I might even be tempted to give it a go if Air New Zealand had been responsible for my own life-changing journey (I suspect the sponsor of that would be the minivan people). Instead I will leave it to those who are aglow with the desire to participate and in need of their own life-changing experience. That alone could be such a journey. Plus, my own tattoo was extremely painful, though now, I believe I would use self-hypnosis to dull or be rid of the pain. Hey, maybe the airline would consider hiring me to bring my skills as a hypnotist to help those who have trouble with any pain involved. That could be a wonderful experience for us all. (Just thought I would put that out there in case any Air New Zealand people read this). But I digress. If you are interested in participating, visit www.airnewzealand.com.
Though very few people see my tattoo, I know it is there and when I think bout it, I still get that electric tingle. Would it not potentially be the same for these walking advertisers? Eventually the hair would grow back and the moment would be a memory. The transformation would remain however.
