I have snatched cubic centimeter of chances. One of these special portals to vast life change appeared at night in Madison, WI as a friend mentioned some small psychotherapy learning program. I felt something inside compel me to ask its name and location. Shortly thereafter, I called this program in Boulder, CO, applied to it and set up a visit. A couple weeks later I visited the school. Three months later I moved, engaged in full time classes in a 2 year Masters program in Jungian, Archetypal and Transpersonal psychotherapy from this learning center named Avalon Institute. Obviously my life executed a profoundly different beneficial trajectory ushered from the cubic centimeter of chance I seized.
As a psychotherapist, life coach, seminar facilitator and attendee at many personal growth seminars, I had the privilege to witness 1000’s of people endeavor and work at consciously evolving themselves. During this time, I also witnessed dozens of individuals pass up potential cubic centimeter of chances. The same occurs in Tango, as in the course of my Tango travels I have glimpsed possible portals to vast life change present themselves to individuals.
Yet, what fascinates me is how many people in Tango do not see nor seize their cubic centimeter of chance. In effect, they take the blue pill of the Tango Matrix by leaving Tango or allowing Tango to be just a dance.
For years a phenomena in Tango has yanked me to disturbing confirmations, time and again. I refer to this phenomena of when Tango enthusiasts grow dissatisfied with Tango and eventually quit. I recently read a defunct blog where the tanguera describes in many of her last entries a growing dissatisfaction and fears with Tango. Did she wonder if a lot more exists in Tango, and Tango is truly a metaphor of life? I wonder how often how one deals with their dissatisfactions in Tango is akin to dealing with their dissatisfactions in life? How often is giving up on Tango taking the blue pill?
As Morpheus states to Neo in the movie Matrix, “You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” You give up on Tango, you wake up and believe whatever you want to believe.
I e-mailed a draft of this entry and the last to Ulysses. He responded with these gripping words:
For many of your readers, your entries, particularly the cubic centimeter of chance and the blue pill, WILL BE THEIR cubic centimeter of chance, their portal! They will feel a tug, hear a murmur, see a shimmer, taste a morsel, smell a whiff or sense that these words promise a deeper truth of a portal.
But sadly most will dismiss this tug, murmur, shimmer, morsel, whiff and promise as whimsical, wistful or wishful. They will miss their cubic centimeter of chance, perhaps the last one to tender itself in their Tango world. And they may even swallow the blue pill, forever cut off from the power Tango holds.
Notwithstanding, a few will seize their cubic centimeter of chance – their red pill awaits...