Mojo is defined as one’s charm, magic, talent and/or sex appeal.  When Austin Powers loses his mojo in the movie “The Spy Who Shagged Me”, Dr. Evil refers to it as the “libido, life force, essence, the right stuff, or what the French call a certain… I don’t know what”.

Defining mojo is like trying to decipher the soul, and hence, a soul purpose.  Mojo is the X factor.  It brings art to a supernatural state of beauty.  It puts the unexplained “cool” into the act.  It’s what the dog sees in you that no one else can.  It’s the you that everything else is not.  Life imitates the artist who has mojo.  An artist without it, imitates life.


Missing your mojo?  It’s not surprising.  The “system” is fully designed to turn you into one thing: A customer.  The quickest way into your wallet is to disassociate you from your mojo using your ego, and specifically, the parts of yourself that you hate.  This requires a constant dietary reminder that you are a lonely, desperate, unlovable, fat, dirty, smelly, hungry, selfish creature.  But, if you ACT NOW, our product or service will make you a lovable ball of popular excitement who looks, feels and smells great!

Clever marketing is just the beginning.  Your mom, dad, wife, kids, friends, work-mates, and everyone, from the Plumber to the President, cajole you into making choices that fit into their agenda.  This is the system, and there’s no escaping it.

You might feel like you’re in complete control of your choices, but if your mojo is a no-show, you might want to think again.  You see, there’s a glitch in this thing we call the ego: The survival program that calculates which actions carry consequences and which actions offer rewards.  It serves a practical purpose when it prevents us from writing impetuous checks that our mojo can’t cash.


Problem is, that’s not all the ego does.  In fact, most of the time, it runs old programs learned in our childhood long before we could discern fantasy from reality.  “It’s dangerous to talk to strangers.” is an understandable warning for a three year old, but it can cripple you as an adult trying to start a business.

Ego is the artist’s Kryptonite.  It will rob you of your mojo on contact.  The ego seeks validation, compensation and worries about what others might think.  It morphs basic survival skills into pride, fear and greed.  It pushes us toward monetary goals (like one miiiillion dollars) instead of purposeful ones.  It keeps us in debt and working a job that we hate.  It’s manipulates and controls.  It compares and passes judgement.  It can trap you into an endless loop of indecision, or even disguise itself as progress, when in fact, you are doing nothing at all.

When your mojo steps into the ring, the ego comes out swinging.  It doesn’t like to be challenged.  It will beat you up and call you stupid.  It’ll do it’s best to convince you that disguising yourself under a cloak of mojo is just as good as having it.  Your ego is wrong.  It’s not your car, job, house, clothing, hair color, or Iphone that creates mojo- It’s your principled purpose.  It’s what you are when everything else is stripped away.  You regain your mojo the moment you stop worrying about what others think of you, and follow a higher calling.


Chances are, it won’t be that easy.  Most of us just set our decision maker to the “comfort” setting and let our old belief systems do their thing.  After all, they’ve gotten us this far, right?  To do anything else would cause conflict within our lives. And who needs that?

Not me, but I do it anyway.

Whenever I feel internal dissension, it’s usually a sign that my programing is not in line with my soul purpose, and it may be time to adopt a new belief system.  I ask myself, “What would I need to believe in order to bring my inner-self to this outer creation?”  I decide what that is, trash the old system with adult reasoning, and upload the new one with fresh information.  This could take minutes, or days, depending on how deeply the program is embedded.

The idea here isn’t to kill the ego, but to create automatic programs that serve me better. I want my ego and mojo to find common ground, and above all else, work in tune with my higher purpose.  This kind of harmony is a beautiful thing and gives my mojo a much better chance of survival.

This was the point of Austin Powers I think.  He was comfortable in his own skin, even as grossly hairy as it was.  His clothes, hair style and Billy Bob teeth made him a walking, talking image faux pas, but he didn’t need to be handsome and debonair to be attractive; He had his mojo, and he was groovy baby!  Yea!