‘I Light the Wick of Possibility for Others’ …Travel Along,Day 3
27January
How do I light the wick of possibility for others unless I fire up the spark inside to light my wick? There is no other way.
Firing up the spark inside comes from inner determination. It is a choice: 1) either go the easy way and let a spark die or lay there and smolder; or 2) fan the flame. From the Emergency everyone is going through, I can EMERGE and actually Thrive in these trying times. It is all about mindset. I can let life happen to me, focusing on the problems (victim), or I can accept how life is, and make things happen (owner), and I can go beyond, to be the “Creator” of my life, focusing on what I do want, being an innovator, thereby truly shining bright. As others see this light shining so bright, their Wick of Possibility is lit.
I understand all this. I have the tools. I have so many ways that can help others. I do not help enough people. The implementation is where I still fall short.
Invisibility – I have cleared layers and layers of needing to be invisible, not wanting to be seen.
Literally, it was life or death for me, as I had to be invisible as a child. As an example, around age 5, being terrorized by my sadistic, out of control, belittling grandfather chasing me with a butcher knife, I had to run quickly, hide, to be invisible. The fear, the terror, the horror, the anxiety, anguish, overwhelm, the quaking with fear deep down. Not being able to cry, to scream, to call out for help, not daring to make the slightest move, having to stuff it all somewhere inside so he wouldn’t hear me, wouldn’t find me. How I had to tense my body to not move. His fury, hatred, and anger knew no bounds; I am certain he would have killed me, this brutal, obnoxious man with all his abusive ways. Being invisible saved my life many times. There are so many times I wish I could have been invisible and evaded him, not gotten tied to the bed and abused, not gotten…
So, sometimes lighting the wick of possibility for another means helping them to see the light at the end of the tunnel, just as I have done.
I’m still standing. He’s dead.
It’s not that I don’t want to light the wick of possibility for others. I do.