Type 7
The Sobering Up of a Seven
Carl Marsak
Thank you God, for the Enneagram! Without having encountered the Enneagram, I would probably still be single, and still compulsively avoiding pain. Without the Enneagram I would not be going back to school next year. Without the Enneagram I would still be rationalizing my way through life…
Flashback—1987/88. I have just started graduate school in San Francisco, and a friend of mine is attending the Diamond Heart Training in the Bay Area. She tries to tell me about her newfound love—a mystical, magical diagram that has illuminated various parts of her psyche. She tries to introduce me to a new book on the market called simply, The Enneagram, by Helen Palmer. But I am in personal crisis, and obviously not ready to meet myself on this deep and meaningful a level. However, a seed has been sown…
Carl Marsak
Thank you God, for the Enneagram! Without having encountered the Enneagram, I would probably still be single, and still compulsively avoiding pain. Without the Enneagram I would not be going back to school next year. Without the Enneagram I would still be rationalizing my way through life…
Flashback—1987/88. I have just started graduate school in San Francisco, and a friend of mine is attending the Diamond Heart Training in the Bay Area. She tries to tell me about her newfound love—a mystical, magical diagram that has illuminated various parts of her psyche. She tries to introduce me to a new book on the market called simply, The Enneagram, by Helen Palmer. But I am in personal crisis, and obviously not ready to meet myself on this deep and meaningful a level. However, a seed has been sown…
The Dynamic Enneagram – All About Sevens
Tom Condon
In the 1945 movie Children of Paradise, there is a pivotal moment when all seems lost. The story concerns a love triangle set in a theater company involving a shy mime, a glamorous actress, and a flamboyant actor who is a Seven. Late in the film, after much heartache and indecision, the actress finally realizes that it is the mime whom she loves rather than the actor. When she breaks the news to him the jilted suitor takes the rejection with predictable disappointment and a silence ensues.
Suddenly, his face is swept with a smile. “I think I’m jealous. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s insidious, unpleasant. It infects your heart. You reason, but your reason fails you. Me jealous! And full of regrets. But why should I recover so fast? What if I enjoyed it? What if jealousy was helpful to me? Even necessary?
