Walking on Water

I had to give a presentation to a pretty intimidating crowd on a pretty intimidating subject and had no time to prepare for it whatsoever. Nevertheless, I did a great job doing it because someone had asked me a week earlier to make s similar speech and I had scribbled a few ideas together and it came out quite well. So on the day when the bar got raised a little higher I just reminded myself that the mental groves would be there to support me and that I would just have the perfect mix of tension, creativity and facts at my disposal.

In American Idol the judges often use the expression 'she could sing the phone book and would still be terrific'. I actually know someone in my line of business who falls in this category. Put him in front of 1000 people and he could give a brilliant 1 hour speech on any subject without preparation. The reason for this, besides the fact that he is really talented the way the singers are in American Idol, is that he believes that he can walk on water. I do the same, but I need something to hold on from time to time. My belief is that the Tao will always offer the support when I need it.

The point is that you are born creative, you only think that you need support. The Tao is here to show you the way. I still get invites to prepare myself for a challenging upcoming tasks, but fewer and fewer crutches are offered along the way while the bar is being raised all the time. Mental groves cut into our creativity, we don't want them. All we want is the insight and believe that we can walk on water. Do not fear, the Tao will get you there.

Son of God

He was in his forties, had wife and kids, and was just told to leave the company he was working for. Fourteen years, he thought to himself bitterly, and thrown out just one day without any apparent reason. He thought of the people he had mentored, some of them had risen above him in the organization with an amazing speed. It was probably them who undermined me, he thought to himself, I knew it all along. Then his anger turned to God, where is the love you always preach about. This is a dog-eat-dog world.

As he step out he realized how bitterly cold it was. He didn't have a car starter like all his colleagues and he was not looking forward to getting into his freezing car on the parking lot. When he had reached the lot he suddenly realized how much light there was. He had never come here at this time of the day. But there was more. For some reason only his car was bathing in sunlight while the rest of the parking lot was covered by shade. As he stepped into his warm car tears were running down his cheek "I am the Son of God after all".