Iron-jawed Angels

So, today I went to the District interview for the position of PE, and I was hired on the spot. Amazing. I was subsequently sent to clear all security measures in their building. Once the results of fingerprinting are back, I will start working for the Project by going into different high school classrooms and interviewing teachers and principles to collect data. Hmm. Guess I now need to turn down the interpreter job. (Got that one, too! Gees, this has been a very validating experience.) LAUSD's hourly rate is good. I need to work hard and then I can go back to the center in June. Wow. Things do work themselves out. Thank the universe.

So, I was still thinking about my dream about "angel's assistance" in the midst of this job-searching frenzy. Processed the dream with Nicee a little bit, and it was interesting to see how her perception was different from mine. She saw the content of the dream more as assistance being offered to people who are angel-like in terms of what they contribute to the world, (in essence, she was encouraging me to think more highly of myself and learn to accept assistance,) while I perceived the content more as me (the tiny, little me) receiving assistance from people who were angel-like (yes, I thought of myself more as this powerless and poor person who needed up and hated needing it.) Hmm, slight twist, big difference. I felt very resistent when she probed further, which clued me into thinking that, hmm, something is up and can be explored. (Oh, how our unconscious resists change and growth at times.) Somehow, I realize that I indeed do not like receiving assistance from others, since it makes me feel indebted and also shamed (The old idea of only those who can't help themselves need help. Funny, I don't ever use this standard for anyone but myself.) Yet, I do have moments where I just feel utterly helpless and scared. Upon further questioning from her, I threw in the towel and told her that I needed some time to sit with the idea that indeed it was okay to receive help from others. Ai-ya-ya. Very taboo on a personal level.

So, I got off the phone with her, went to watch TV, and guess what? I started watching the second half of this unknown film about two female activists who, in 1920's America, fought for women's voting rights bravely and intensely. They were thrown into jail, and in jail they went on a hunger strike that eventually made headline news. They were force-fed food in a very painful manner during the strike. Subsequently, through their activism, they changed US history--the birth of the 19th Amendment. I was touched and inspired. I also really liked this one song in the film, so I waited patiently for the credit in order to find out the name of it--something that I usually never do.

As I watched the credits, the name of the film was shown. It was called, "Iron-Jawed Angels."

Goodness gracious, I almost fell off the couch.

Because, for two days straight, my jaws have been hurting and they got locked constantly. This, in Jungian terms, was just way too syncronistic.

Hmm. Iron-jawed angels.

Well, I certainly hope that I can become one of them. I always remember what Maya Angelou said that one time when she was being interviewed, "Everyday, make sure that you are at least be of use for one other person."

Food for thought. I have much to think about.

But for now, I just want to thank the Universe. Damn, things are working out.