Reading articles and the internet profusely, and writing my emotive inquiry in an informal, secret, blog isn’t enough for me any more.
Like a hungry lion searching and seeking for information to devour, and like a squirrel stashing thought and material away for later, those means currently have no foreseen end. Where is the shore from here so that I may traverse a path of emerging — ? There is more to do in life right now than search, seek and stash away.
It’s time to make an imprint.
It’s time to do what matters.
And I know what that is. What matters is to inspire people to be their true selves and to live their heroic lives. To invoke a world where women and men are inspired to develop their greatest works and know how to go about doing it is incentive for my own creations. There is a destiny in this. We’ve got a quest laid about before us. Where we, as various parts of the puzzle, put our piece to perpetuate an unfolding of a whole course of events, that we each are envisioning.
I do believe I am an elemental factor in the progression of this, as are you. And I am seeking my piece that I may input now.
So, how can we go about developing the destiny of our dreams?
By telling each others stories.
When we as a culture know the stories of success, that have brought incredible people to a place of their ultimate dream’s creation, because they knew they could, and that they would. They would with all the will and might they needed to muster to make it happen… and they did.
They made it happen.
These particular stories must be told.
We need these words of wisdom. We need these paradigms to imagine our own ways. We need these heroes journeys for the sake of the fact that it CAN happen. This is how we imagine ourselves jogging a similar path, sniffing our way through an unknown wooded land, or concrete jungle. The footprints of another is a reminder of where we may go.
It’s an act of mimicry, which we do so naturally, even unknown to ourselves, we are entraining our mind and cells at every moment, and when I see you and you see me, we see each other in the reflection of our eyes.
We need these stories so that we know how another journey has found their way through the muck of disbelievers, red tape and bureaucracy, and in unsupportive and unwilling circumstances.
And to know, we must know, that even among dire and strife situations, there are gems to be found, and gleaned, that they assist the way of those of us who seek our way through the thresholds that are posed.
These stories are often of incredible value and mystery beyond logical means to an end. We need to know how these outstanding people defy initial factors and make viable case for their own destiny of success blazing in their eyes.
What are the details of the events that rewarded them with their pursuit’s fruition? How did they make their mark on the world, and what creation came into existence thus?
In each being, there is a spark waiting to be born, waiting to be nourished and cultivated. We may indeed create the world we came here to create.
I would like to know. I want to talk to these women who forged their own destiny by controlling their economic environment, as I am currently forging my own way myself. There is a big story in my world already. I’ve been an entrepreneur, a land steward, an employee, a student, and artist. I am all of this and more. I have dreams I’m committed to make happen, and I am discovering my direction through writing, embodied inquiry, design, dance, song, and studying states of mind.
And, I’m developing applications to guide people into fully embodied living environments. I’m coaching people into the wholeness of thriving. I write stories for inspiring people to forge their full destiny into immaculate manifestation.
I’m the right woman for this line of art, I am impelled to forge my own destiny, advance my future, dance my trail, and write my tale.