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OUR GREATEST FEAR

20/09/2011

 
Our Greatest Fear —Marianne Williamsonit is our light not our darkness that most frightens us

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other

people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson



 

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TRUTH

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I had a civil service job interview quite a few years ago, when I was a in my very early twenties. The interview was in Holborn, City of London and for the position I had to have 5 GCE'S, the equivalent of 5 GCSE'S - A TO C grades. I thought I could blag my way through it, so I proceeded to attend, considering I really only had 1 GCE in Art.

I dressed smartly and put on heirs and graces when I arrived. As I sat waiting in the office to be called into the interview room, a woman came to me and said " We won't be long, we are just checking with your past secondary school about your qualifications." I politely replied, " No problem." but inwardly began pooping myself.What was I gonna do now? So my mind started racing, trying to calculate what my next move should be. I then said to the lady sitting opposite me, quietly typing away, " Excuse me, is it possible for me to use the toilet?",
to which she replied, " Yes of course." then she proceeded to take me to the toilet.

As we got to the toilet she said, " Would you like me to wait for you?" In my mind I thinking " Oh Hell No" but I, with a smiling face replied, " No, that's fine, I think I can find my way back." so she left me. 
Within 20 seconds, I stuck my head out of the door and looked up and down the corridor. The coast was clear. So I darted down the corridor like I was running from a bullet and ran out of the building like a shot.

Now, this is where conscience is a brut sometimes. I began to panic, thinking, what if somebody comes looking for me? so rather than head for home, I saw the big familiar M  for McDonalds and headed straight towards it.
I ordered a cup of tea and sat in a corner seat, nervous that someone would recognise me from the building I was fleeing. Then out of the blue I saw my friend John, who was the manager of the Holborn Branch at the time and he asked me why I looked so suspicious. When I told him my reasons, he burst out laughing, and so did I. 

So you see, it really doesn't pay to be who you are not.