How does one tell a candidate for president of a company that the company is a co-creative partnership between archangels and lightworkers?
Ohhh, yah? No kidding.
Got past that one?
Next. The business of the company is to give away money to projects. Lots of money. Really progressive projects like … ahhh, free energy.
What’s free energy?
Well, you see, there’s this vacuum….
That one didn’t stick.
You know how you hate the next person saying the Divine Mother speaks through her and she wants you to know…. So won’t I be saying this is what Archangel Michael has told me? Isn’t that going to be seen as one-upmanship? So I must learn to be discrete, I guess, eh? Really, really discrete?
And when the inevitable conflict arises, how are we going to solve it? Will my vasanas be magnified?
Will this tendency to get irritated, when seen in a CEO, not really impact people far more than is ever intended? What is a trifling mannerism to me could be like a commandment from on high to them. So I need to watch myself.
How am I going to make this enterprise work? I’m not going to CEO school. Where will I get the knowledge to steer this ship?
I don’t know.
But strangely enough I feel ready. In fact champing at the bit.
This is a deep, dark secret. Shhhh…. Just between you and me?
I know what my hero Winston Churchill meant when he said that he had waited all his life to be in charge of the show (to be Prime Minister). Now that he was, at last he could be himself. And he did.
Where did you need a gruff old buzzard, who unrepentently chomps on a cigar? As prime minister, to stand up to Hitler.
There’s some position out there – I don’t know what it is – but when I sit in that chair (when we all sit in our chairs), I’ll say to myself, this is it. At last I can be myself.