The Grampire, Darth Vader and the Wicked Witch

O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
An’ ev’n devotion!

Robert Burns: To a Louse

“That’s my grandma!” proclaimed my three-year old granddaughter, pointing at the Wicked Witch on the stage.

“Oh no, it isn’t…”

“Oh yes, it is!”

“Shhh…” said her parents.

“Well, it looks like my grandma…” insisted Hollie, loudly enough to be heard by half the theatre.

I had not been at the pantomime… on stage or off… but every other member of her extended family took great delight in telling me about the event on New Year’s Day. The consensus seemed to be that it was the hooded cloak that had done it… because of the one I had worn when I had dressed up for Hollie‘s birthday. I had, on that occasion, done my best to match her dressing-up-princess clothes, just to make her smile. It had seemed, at the time, as if she hadn’t even noticed.

Apparently, though, she had… although she had not seen a princess, but a wicked witch… and was intent on informing the whole theatre of the resemblance.

Hollie has, it seems, no problem with a grandma who is a wicked witch. Or a horse. Or, indeed, a grampire… (a friendlier version of the classic gothic monster, who feeds on cuddles, not blood.)

So I spent much of the afternoon on New Year’s Day on duty as a hybrid Fairy God-ninja, stomping on, and disposing of, the monsters that had invaded the playroom; wielding my magic wand like a light sabre, with a ‘Bibbity, bobbity, BOO!’. The rest, I spent dead on the kitchen floor, much to my granddaughter’s delight, as I had eaten the poisoned apple, and was waiting to be brought back to life by her Prince Charming’s kisses.

The imagination of a child can make you into anything it can envisage… and we respond to their imaginings by becoming, for a moment in play, whatever they can see. And that is delightful.

It occured to me, though, that we adults do it too, either in play, or… not. Sometimes, it turns to the Dark Side. And by that I am not referring to the fact that my elder son has assigned the Darth Vader theme as ‘my’ ring tone when I phone him… though it does raise some interesting questions about his image of me…

I started thinking of the fantasies, both positive and negative, that we formulate and build around ourselves and others. Especially when a quote that Stuart had used came up in conversation:

‘Our own journey is entirely imaginary: that is its strength.’

– Louis Ferdinand Celine.

Such imaginings can be hugely positive. Techniques such as creative visualisation can be used to great effect for healing and transformation, and living ‘as if’ can be a way to build confidence, self-belief, becoming a concrete step towards the realisation of our dreams and goals. We use a similar method in the guided journeys of the Silent Eye and its effects can be both profound and revealing, opening the doors to a wider understanding of ourselves and our world.

Our imaginings can be negative too, though, and so many of our bad habits and apparent failures are enmeshed in the image of our own abilities or perceived lack of them. “I can’t” is often justified with a creative flair that would have left Shakespeare green with envy. Low self-esteem can create a self-perpetuating feedback loop, infinitely reflecting itself and drawing its strength from the negative image we have created for and of ourselves, based upon what life, experience and those around us appear to tell us, often with devastating effect.

We use our imagination when we form our opinions of others too, extrapolating and collating fact, assumption and belief… not always accurately…until we feel we have a clear picture. The reality of that person may be very far from our imaginings… but once we have crafted that image, of ourself or of another, and invested our emotions in it, the image becomes very difficult to change. And the furter away from the reality of a person that image truly is, the more likely it becomes that our unconscious expectations of them are doomed to disappointment.

Imagination is a powerful thing and although it can and will create beauty, it can be a stubborn and troublesome beast too.

Children are wonderful teachers. They see the world both as it is, and as it could be and, when we leave our image of adulthood behind and join them in their games, we are gifted a remembered glimpse of what we were, what we still are deep inside… and what we too could be.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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43 Responses to The Grampire, Darth Vader and the Wicked Witch

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  2. Erik says:

    Isn’t it funny (and fortunate) how children provide a “reasonable excuse” for us to let our own child (who never really goes away) out to play with abandon? If you were to do the same things (e.g., lying on the kitchen floor with a bitten apple on the floor beside you and a note pinned to you that said “Kiss Me”) with no children around, some might just call the men in the white coats! But add children and the same behavior earns you Grandma of the Year.

    For the record, I don’t let others’ opinions deter me if I feel a childlike moment come on — whether there are chronological children in the vicinity or not!

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  3. jenanita01 says:

    I love the way children always bring out the best in us… you are radiating such love in that photograph!

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  4. Mary Smith says:

    This reminded me of when David liked to act out the stories I read to him. Three Little Pigs was often performed but, at David’s inistence, without the big bad wolf.
    That’s a lovely photo of you, Hollie and Imogen.

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      Thanks, Mary. Hollie did look a little worried when I put my black shawl over my head and did the wicked witch thing a bit too realistically… but she ‘killed’ me again anyway with the apple. 😉

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  5. Through the eyes of a child ! Beautiful pic, Sue.

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  6. trentpmcd says:

    So, if in my next story I have an exchange that goes something like:

    Stan’s cell phone started playing “The Imperial March” from Star Wars. I gave him a quizzical look. He smiled and said, “It’s my mother.”

    you won’t be upset or shout plagiarism? 😉

    I’m sorry, but that is funny 🙂

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  7. Jennie says:

    Oh, I love this, Sue! Absolutely delightful stories of your grandchildren. Imagination is incredibly powerful and yes, it can swing to the negative or positive. The world of children, unencumbered with negatives, is a testament to how we should all be. Bibbity bobbity boo!

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  8. Love the photo. Precious. ❤

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  9. What a superb photo, Sue. I love this story and I love that Holly thought you were on the stage – how wonderful.

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  10. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful, I wish I could see my grandchildren 💝

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  11. paulandruss says:

    Out of the mouths of Babes!!! A gorgeous story (a gorgeous photo to go with it) leading to a profound musing on that greatest and most unique (as far as we know: which admittedly isn’t very much!) of human gifts: imagination

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  12. Darlene says:

    Grandchildren are such a blessing and so much fun too!! The picture is adorable and I’m sure they love playing with you.

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  13. What a lovely post. I needed these lessons today. ☺️❤️

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  14. Eliza Waters says:

    Great story! Out of the mouths of babes -lol!
    Hollie sounds delightful – playing with kids in their own little world is so enlivening, isn’t it?
    Interesting ringtone choice by Nick… at least it represents a powerful force to be reckoned with. 😉

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