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Thank you: Posted by P. Charitha
You Take the Blue Pill, the Story Ends. You Take the Red Pill …
By Linda Mims
I was sixteen when I first suspected that I might be the one. I’d seen people in my family striving for excellence all my life. My parents’ friends were creative types who often took time to quiz me about my goals and what I was doing to achieve them. I had been persistently pleading with a leader at my church who had the power to make one of my goals a reality.
This woman headed the Womens’ Ministry. Everything from church announcements to annual celebrations fell under her domain. I wanted to be the youth announcer on the weekly, hour-long radio broadcast that emanated from our church, but she was speaking a language that I didn’t understand.
“Take some speech lessons and come back to me.”
Where in the world was I going to get speech lessons and how would I pay for them? My family knew some people, and the house did overflow from Friday to Sunday with weekend guests, but that didn’t mean we had money. A party costs maybe $25 back then—especially if everybody brought food and drinks.
Bottom line, we didn’t have money for speech lessons. Still, I wasn’t going to give up. I was a spiritual youngster, even before I knew what spiritual meant. I told the Lord what I wanted and then forgot about it. While I was waiting, strange, but wonderful things were happening to me. I was voted vice president of my choir and I was chosen to deliver the Youth Day Address. Go figure!
One Friday evening, my mother received a phone call. The church maven and her assistant had gone on strike. I was too young to understand everything a strike entailed. I just knew that I was being asked to fill in as the main radio announcer for the broadcast; the very thing I’d wanted in the first place. That broadcast went out to hundreds, maybe thousands in the Chicago listening area.
When she returned from her strike, Ms. Maven kept me on as a junior announcer and she became one of my most revered mentors. That was the year I discovered that I was tight with God. I could get a prayer through! Was I the one?
I’m every woman. It’s all in me
While in college a few years later, I watched a bold, beautiful young woman, with a voice as big as a brass saxophone, sing on a makeshift stage. It was an impromptu concert behind one of the lecture halls on my university campus. The day was balmy and the sun was bright. We shaded our eyes as we stared straight into the golden orb that bathed her in its light.
She looked like a woman and a child at the same time. She wore very few clothes. Just a band around her breasts, a pair of short shorts, ankle boots, and a tall feather stuck in the crown of one of the biggest afros I’d ever seen.
We were fascinated, and her voice held us captivated. After the performance, members of the group handed out bills that said their name was Rufus, featuring Chaka Khan. They would be performing at a local club that night.
We showed up to the club, but a multi-ethnic crowd had filled the place to capacity. You don’t need to ask for racial diversity once everybody realizes you have something we all desire. Anyway, we couldn’t get in. That day would be the first and only time I’d hear Chaka Khan sing for free. At the time, I wondered if she was also the one!
In 1978, Chaka Khan recorded her first solo album, Chaka. One song from that album would define the rest of my life. In it, she sang my truth! I’d always felt that I could do anything, but it wasn’t until Ms. Khan sang the words, that I knew how to describe what I’d always known.
“I’m every woman. It’s all in me. Anything you want done, baby, I do it naturally. I ain’t bragging, but I’m the one. Just ask me and it shall be done.”
I had a theme song!
You may not know the purpose, but know that there is a purpose.
In The Matrix, one of my favorite movies of all time, there’s the scene where Morpheus gives Neo a choice between the red pill or the blue pill. Neo has been searching for information about the matrix. Morpheus has to convince Neo that he isn’t looking for the matrix, but what he’s really looking for is more. Morpheus believes that once Neo has answers to his questions, he will come to accept what Morpheus already knows. Neo is the one.
Being the one is about knowing that you want more. You want to change things. You may not know what your ultimate purpose is, but you know that there is a purpose. You’re so absolutely self-motivated and focused, that God himself delights in your purpose. I told you I’ve always been spiritual, so, I’ll say that I believe when God and the universe delight in your purpose, there’s no stopping you.
The Matrix is fiction, so let’s take a look at real-life people who wanted more. One such person was the late author, Janet Dailey. A prolific writer, Dailey thought she could write better than most of the romance writers she was reading. She knew she was the one. When people referred to her as “just a secretary” who writes romance novels, Dailey said the following, and I quote:
“One of the things that to me is the biggest compliment any writer can get is hearing from the ones who say, ‘I used to think reading was boring until I picked up one of your books.’ ”
Between 1974 and 2007, Janet Dailey sold over 300 million copies of more than 100 titles. Not bad for “just a secretary”.
Then, there was Steve Jobs. Steve dropped out of Reed College in Portland, Oregon after six months, but he stayed there and audited creative classes over the next 18 months. A course in calligraphy developed his love of typography. Apple and Macintosh computers would be the first to offer creative fonts, including calligraphy, for the consumer’s use.
Steve Jobs partnered with his friend, Steve Wozniak, to start Apple Computer, in the Jobs’ family garage. Steve Jobs said, “I want to put a ding in the universe”.
I guess he knew that he was the one!
Being the one comes with certain responsibilities
Many of you have already realized that you are the one; you just haven’t taken the red pill yet. When you’re ready, there are some responsibilities:
1. Toot your own horn
2. Don’t give up
3. Throw away false humility
First, toot your own horn! You can’t be afraid of appearing to be too much of a showoff. Waiting patiently for others to give you the rewards you so richly deserve, may yield nothing but hurt and disappointment. Individuals will slink away with your destiny in their greedy little hands without so much as a backwards glance for you.
A few times, I spoke too quietly in meetings or waited until it was too late to claim my own ideas that I’d shared with others in private. I watched, stunned, as another, bolder individual stole my idea, shouted it out, and received my praise. I had to wise up quickly and realize that there are differences in the way that leaders and achievers talk and present. First, leaders declare that they have something to say. Then, when everyone is focused, they speak. They make sure their ideas are credited.
Don’t give up, opportunity does knock more than once.
I’ve learned that opportunity knocks more than once. Heck, when you’re the one, you create opportunities. When one door closes, another door really does open. If you weren’t ready the first time, the truth is, you can keep reinventing yourself until your moment comes or until you’re tired of trying.
“Sometimes life is going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith.” —Steve Jobs
Throw away that false humility! It’s okay to hang back while you formulate your plan. Go ahead! Get the lay of the land. If you are confident in the knowledge that you can do anything, take as much time as you need. Just don’t overdo humble. That’s almost as bad as having too much pride.
It’s permissible to show pride in yourself and your accomplishments. The 21st Century is begging for your stories, calling for your experiences, and expecting you to step up and lead, in every way imaginable. Women like Oprah Winfrey—women like Taylor Swift—they are leading change with their out-of-the-box ideas and sweeping changes to the status quo.
Men like Barack Obama are stepping out of obscurity and into the Senate and the office of the President of the United States. Have the audacity to dream! Wear your mantle of distinction with pride. Step-up, speak-out! You are the one!
WOW! Thank you Linda Mims for your incredible words of wisdom! Lynda Filler
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Last night started out like any other evening. I’m reading a great thriller book by an author I admire James N. Miller, No Pit So Deep: The Cody Musket Story Book 2. And I settled in to get lost in the story.
I received a text around 9 pm from my editor. I’m a fiction author. I write what I read—until I decided it was time to write my story. She’d sent my manuscript back for second edits. But first, let me give you some background.
In the summer of 2015, I was in a deep dream state and woke abruptly. A loud voice called to me: “Are you ready yet?” The sun was streaming in my window and I was laughing out loud. Dr. Wayne Dyer had died that week. He was on my mind and in my heart. I’d know his voice anywhere.
If you follow the New Thought Movement you will recognize Dr. Dyer’s name. I started reading his books and watching his You Tube videos many years ago; before we knew what new thought was. My sis and I were in Ottawa enjoying a Psychic/New Age weekend when I came upon Louise Hay’s You Can Heal Your Life. Hay House published Dr. Dyer’s books. Of course I bought it and lugged it around for at least twenty years until it was available on Kindle. It became a cornerstone in my spirituality as did Dr. Dyers works. From there, Reiki, Tarot, Visualization, Dream Analysis, and A Course in Miracles—these practices, and books related to them, became pivotal in my life.
So in 2008 when I was diagnosed with Idiopathic Dilated Cardiomyopathy I turned to the things that helped me evolve into the woman I am today. I’d built up a very low tolerance for negativity and acceptance of things that hurt and diminished me. I’ve got three divorces that will attest to that! And after several months of zero improvement to my heart, my cardiologist suggested I “get my affairs in order.” He used the word “incurable” which was devastating. But I was far from done.
I started writing my story at the end of 2009. But I wasn’t ready to publish it. And in 2015 Dr. Dyer asked me if was ready yet! It wasn’t until the end of 2016 that I felt the time was finally right. It’s my journey and a small but very significant part of my life. LOVE The Beat Goes On. I’ll share the link when it’s available on Amazon.
So let me go back to last night, where this story began—and the email. I started second edits like I would any other book; and then it hit me. It hit me that it’s 2017 and I’m alive! I get to share the things I did and how I felt, and the love that brought me back from near death.
I started to cry. And I couldn’t stop crying.
I don’t remember crying during the whole healing process. I only remember my determination to heal. One step led to another. I was guided to do the things that made my heart whole again.
And last night, it hit me. I couldn’t finish the editing for my tears.
Then the strangest thing happened. My computer file went crazy on me: weird lines and jumbled sentences. It was if all the spirits that helped me heal came out to play and celebrate!
Or maybe it was Dr. Wayne W. Dyer letting me know that he was watching over my shoulder and was so proud of me.
And now, I can’t stop smiling. Yes Dr. Dyer, I’m ready now.