It’s no secret that I love eye symbology. Eye symbology is tattooed on my back, as well as on my ankle. When I go out with my back exposed, it seems to always invite people to strike up a conversation. Am I a Christian. Is it the evil eye. Do I “believe in” Jesus. Am I trying to watch my back (how novel).
The truth about tattoos is that they are very often “notes to self.” They are symbolic reminders of hard-earned wisdom – wisdom we don’t ever want to forget. So we etch it into our skin. Fortified by the pain of our learning experience, the pain of getting a tattoo seems comparatively negligible. The beautiful and curious thing about tattoos is that as we evolve in consciousness, so does the meaning of our tattoos. I got my first eye tattooed on my back seven or eight years ago, and a lot has changed in my vista of reality since then.
If I dared to etch this sacred symbol on my back, then, looking back retrospectively, it seems that I was sending a message to the multiverse. In etching this symbol on my skin, I was in effect announcing my readiness to learn what it really meant. In some way I must have been stating that I wanted to qualify for wearing it.
So here is what I’ve learned thus far: the third eye isn’t for kids.