Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson

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, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just 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

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Another Heart's Armor excerpt



He knelt down beside Amos and helped him sit up offering him the tea.  Amos took it in his trembling hand but did not drink it.  “Do not let her scars scare you.  Do not let them control her either.  They…”  he nearly spilt the tea with his next bout of coughing.  

Warrior tried to get him to take the tea but he refused.  “Let me finish,” he growled through his own blood.  Warrior relented and wiped the blood from the old man’s face again.  “They are symbols of her courage, of her soul, of her shield. None of them touched her.”  He poked his hand against Warrior’s shoulder.  “None of them touched her.  They could not.  He thought to control her to have her surrender to him…” another fit of coughs that left Warrior’s chest aching for want of relief.  “But she would not and they left her to die..."



“I’ll not leave her, Amos.”  It was his promise and his word.  “I’ve come to take her home.”  He looked around and then back at him.    

Amos grinned.  “I knew as much,” he said with a nod.  “I had hoped to see her returned but it is not….”

Warrior shook his head.  “You shall ride with us when we go.  I’ll carry you back to Lena tonight.  Your talent will be put to good use.”

“You are kind to an old man,” Amos said touching his wrinkled broken hand to Warrior’s cheek.   

“But I am finished.  I bleed inside me.”  He held the tea up for Warrior to see it.  “This will end my pain.”

Warrior blinked.  It was poison! The tea was poisoned and under Amos' instructions he'd made the brew.
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