By Bob Perks
“So when are you going to own that dream?” the
old man asked me.
You know I’m really no different than you. Oh,
you might think because I speak about success
that I would be very successful. You might
think because I write about life that I have
all the answers. Now, that thought really made
me laugh as I wrote it. I don’t have all the
answers. Just the right ones! (I laugh even
harder)
The fact is I see myself as a philosopher
of sorts. I take knowledge and wisdom from
others weave it all together and present it
to you as I see it. The big difference between
you and I is I have made it my mission, my
purpose to find the stuff that people don’t
take time to look for and expose it, reveal
it in the form of a story.
I am a scavenger. I was called that once,
live on air while doing my radio program.
Some people thought it was an insult. I took
it as a great compliment. I am in fact a
scavenger.
So the difficulty I have is when people read
my words or hear me speak, they may very well
look at my life and think, “So if what he says
is true, how come he isn’t rich?”
I of course would reply, “I am rich, not in
worldly things but in things of the world.”
I find pleasure and hope in the natural riches
of life. Sunsets, rainbows, laughter, tears,
a flower, a breeze, a smile and the wisp of
white hair that hangs gently over the ear of
an old man feeding the squirrels in the park.
You see that curl would not be noticed by most.
But I see it as character in a man who great
up in a time when crew cuts and clean, sharply
parted hair was the sign of a real man. This
old man was letting his hair down in his old
age and it said to me, “I’m my own man. I’ll
do what I want.”
That’s exactly the way he was.
“My name is Jack. Have a seat,” he said.
I introduced myself and we talked for a while.
You know, about the weather, the Super Bowl
and yes, happiness.
“So you’re a writer and a speaker, huh? That
explains the notebook.” he said. “Have I read
any of your work?”
“Oh, I doubt that. I have one book and two
more in the works. I do a lot of writing on
the internet for friends I’ve never met,” I
told him.
“So are you successful?”
“In my mind. I know one day I will reach a
level of success that will satisfy me.”
“Do you own it?”
“Own what?”
“Do you own the idea that you will be
successful? Or are you just borrowing it
to get through life until you reach the
“Well it’s too late to start over” age.
You know, that point in life that we declare
“I’m too old to begin again.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll ever reach that stage.
You see…” He interrupts me.
“You don’t think you’ll ever reach what stage?
The success you are daydreaming about?”
“No, I mean…” and again he interrupts.
He is the man I thought he was.
“Look my friend. Unless you really become
serious about what you want from life and
give up all the crap about, time, fate and
circumstance, you’ll never arrive.”
Then he said a most powerful thing.
“You must go from promise to possession!
You’ve been promising yourself all your life
but you haven’t taken possession of it. You
don’t own your dream. Thus, you don’t own your
life.”
He was right. I knew it. You see this is were
you and I are the same. We’ve talked a lot about
what we will have and what we want to have but we
haven’t taken possession of it.
“You need a partner, too. You can’t do it alone,”
he said.
“Well partnerships are difficult in business,” I
said. “I can’t imagine trying to make two people
successful when I obviously haven’t gotten it right
on my own.”
“Not this partnership, my friend. You need to plan
your future using God’s blueprint.”
“Oh, well. You don’t have to convince me there. I
know what I’m doing is God’s plan. I have never
been more convinced about anything. I know He
wants me to use the talents I was given. I was
aware of my singing abilities years ago. My
ability to inspire and entertain an audience has
been a part of my life for over ten years now. My
writing was tucked away until recently because I
didn’t believe I could. But I believe I have
become God’s ghost writer. His words, my hand.”
I said proudly.
“Then what’s your problem? Your telling me that
you and God are partners, right?”
“Yes! But I believe I’m holding Him back.
Sometimes I think He should go on without me.
I don’t seem to be able to break through to
that next level. I can see a big audience for
my speaking engagements. I can see my readers
in the tens of thousands. But it’s just not
happening. There is something I need to do and
I don’t know what it is,” I said in frustration.
“You’re blocking it. You’re stopping it yourself.
You haven’t given it over completely to Him,”
he said.
Then he hit me with a powerful thought. Actually
the same reason most of us find ourselves stagnated.
“You need to give your “human consent for Divine
intervention,” he told me head on. “You’re not
letting go.”
I pray for guidance. I ask for help. But then
babble on so much about “stuff” that I am really
not letting Him take control. I need to let the
universe respond to me.
He left me there darn near speechless. He was
right.
I need to go from promise to possession and give
my “human consent for Divine intervention.”
Okay Partner, let’s do it.
“I believe in you!”
J
Bob
“I wish you enough!”
(c) 2001 Bob Perks
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough “Hello’s” to get you through the final “Goodbye.”
Author: Dr. Harmander Singh
Be Happy Philselfologically: The Research on Free and Renewable Energy as Quantum, Classical and Sacred Systems! 🙂
