I grew up being afraid of being labeled crazy….
Many things in my life didn’t make sense or follow the norm… I saw and felt things that were non-explainable, I could do things… that other people couldn’t. If I talked to people about these things, I was labeled a liar… I learned early to block out anything that wasn’t logical and provable. I had to find a way to prove my truth…
Yet, when others find it, or a small portion of what I have experienced, I feel jealousy instead of joy. I feel a sense of resentment that they didn’t believe me when I told them… That they couldn’t believe until someone else told it to them and backed up my stories in such a way that the spark finally ignited and the fires of truth started to burn inside of them.
One spark is all I want to ignite… to inspire, to gain their belief in ME…<<<<<<<<<<——-
Wow, so there she is… I wondered where she went… that little child who was supposed to save the world from THEM. ME became my ego, my pride, my connection to THEM…
When I stop and ask myself if I got what I wanted… the answer is yes! I wanted proof that I wasn’t crazy… proof that the the things that to me are non explainable can and do happen.
Yet… once that proof is found it is no longer non explainable. They just KNOW.
And now the ember must be carried, and the torch must be passed to another, in the hopes to light a spark for another. Knowing all the while that THEY will never be able to lay claim to it.
Whether I am the ember, the spark, or the flame, I AM part of something much larger than MYSelf.