Humiliation Eh?

The emergence of my own awareness has allowed me retrospection of past events that induced my feelings of embarrassment or humiliation – that feeling of being ‘less than’.

The fact that such feeling can trigger physical response of flushed face, quaking nervous system and the sweat factor is evidence of just how much I allowed it to affect me and how it made my feelings tangible.

The fact is that I judged and reduced myself because of someone else’s judgment of me.

Well – what is up with that?

In its very simplicity I willingly gave my power to someone else. I allowed their perspective of me in that moment, affect who I was. And I altered myself based on that.

As a human, I always seemed to be striving to be someone for some one else, to act accordingly and be validated and well, liked by others – even though, it may not have been who I wanted or knew myself to be.

That concept, that response, that action drained my Power supply.

Or so it seemed.

The remedy, the healing, the restored Power comes from one source and only one source.

Me.

How?

Via a simple choice to shift a belief structure that I must adapt to the judgment of others - to one of knowing that who I am in any moment is O.K.

The Sun.

It’s very appearance first thing in the morning is an awesome event. Every day that it "horizes" from the East, I feel its warmth – not just physically - I feel it emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

I miss it when it is not there; however, its absence is an illusion evident whenever the clouds dissipate.

Ability and talent is like that.

That they are ‘unknown’ or not visible, presents to me the notion that I am not able or capable of performing them.

As awareness ( that is my Sun ) emerges from the cloud cover of my mind, I tend to believe that anything is indeed ... possible.

Take the piano for instance. It takes one finger on any key to play it and as I choose others and even combine a few, the tones, the vibrations, my choices, expand the ‘music’.

How it sounds – that is mere judgment.

The fact is that I am playing. The music is there. It requires only my fingers to enliven it.

Hidden talents?

Much like the sun, they remain there until the unknown becomes known.

And choice is the activation fee.