A Roman theatre filled to capacity.
Me, waiting backstage for the cue to walk out and introduce the keynote speaker.
I become the keynote.
I look out, afraid – not of speaking, but of not getting the words right.
Afraid that my message will be unclear.
That is terrifying.
I wake up, heart racing, message choking me in its intensity.
Everyone has a truth, uniquely their own even if the message is not yet clear.
Your work is to first, own that truth and then discover how to share its message.
“A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life.” – Hermann Hesse
My truth – I am a waker, here to rattle your cage. Even though, quite often you pretend there is no cage.
It’s not always comfortable, but that matters less than owning your truth.
For in owning what has been with you, a part of you your whole life, you claim that which is yours alone.
Yes. You have your truth.
Maybe you resist it, or make it wrong preferring another truth.
Someone else’s truth is compelling. Yours might seem hard or impossible in comparison.
“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” – Aristotle
I can relate, for my truth carries the weight of “Who the hell do I think I am?”
I am a waker. I own it, even though the message is still a work in progress.
You are born with your truth, and when you think back over your life you’ll find evidence for its existence.
Times when you were reprimanded for speaking it.
Times when you felt crushed by the weight of it.
Times when you knew without a doubt you were here to share it.
It’s why you’re here.
And since this is not a new message I am conscious of the truth and the irony.
You have a kernel of truth inside, longing to be expressed in a way that only you can deliver.
Right here, right now, share it.
The truth is yours, but the journey can be ours, together.