Wow. Chihuahuas used to be terrifying?!? I’ve never thought about strength like this before.
There’s a scene in the movies “Bug's Life” where the head of the evil grasshoppers is getting angry at his underlings for letting an ant get away.
“What’s the problem boss? It’s just one ant,” they say, in thick New York accents.
“Just one ant?!?” the boss says. “They outnumber us 100 to one. The only thing that keeps us on top is that they don’t know how powerful they are.”
Like most Disney and Pixar movies, this is a thinly veiled attempt to call the proletariat into violent uprising, but there is an interesting point here.
For most herd, pack or hive creatures, their strength is in their numbers. In isolation the are puny, but collectively they are terrifying.
Like Chihuahuas. We laugh at them stuffed in to ladies handbags, but there was a time where they would form super-packs of thousands and thousands of dogs. When they did, they were unstoppable. The villagers of South America would just turn on their tails and run.
Herd, pack and hive creatures rely on each other for strength. And humans are a pack animal. We have always relied on each other. No human ever brought down a woolly mammoth working on their own. This strength is so ancient it is hard-coded into our DNA.
And yet the modern world keeps us isolated. We work in fabric covered boxes. We know our phones better than we know most people. If we had to fight off a pack of super Chihuahuas, most of us would be lucky if we could rustle together a war party of three or four people.
And so we find ourselves cut off from our ancient, collective strength.
You do not know the fullness of your power. If you listen, you can hear your instincts calling out for your tribe – your brothers in arms.
And to reach the fullness of your potential – to step into the fullness of your power – you need to find your place in the collective, in the herd, in the super-pack.
You were never meant to do this alone. Your destiny is held in many hands.
They are waiting for you. Go find them.