This blog post is in response to Natalie’s 10 Day Freedom Plan Blog Challenge Day 4.
The fact I am considering I have a zone of genius is making me feel so uncomfortable, I know it is an important question. My whole life, I have been asked to play small. My whole life, I have dimmed my light to avoid others feeling bad about how bright I am. My light is so bright it can blind people. Especially those whose eyes are full of darkness. Then they say “Who do you think you are? You think you are special? You think you are a genius?”
Enough! Can you see me putting my hands over my ears and singing la la la la so loud I can’t hear them? I am smiling and saying to them ‘Sorry, there is so much background noise I can’t hear you.’ I smile at them. And shake my head. I hope they find their zone of genius. I hope they stop feeling threatened by people who stand in their power. This is my wish for them. I take my magic wand and ping them. ‘You are brilliant too. No one has told you before. I might as well break the news to you now. We are all brilliant in our own unique way. So what is your zone of genius?’ If they don’t know, I have another magic trick, I ask their Guardian angels and they tell me. This is what I do best. Seeing people through the eyes of their guardian angels. And yes, no matter how bad you are or you think you are, you have a guardian angel. Even Donald Trump has one. That reminds me, maybe I should have a chat with his. She needs hope.
My zone of genius is to bring magic in everything I do. My zone of genius is to find the gold where others see rubbish or tragedy. I am the most annoyingly positive thinker you will ever meet. And yet at the same time, I have learn that sweeping emotions under the carpet is unhealthy. So I see magic but I keep it real. Does that sound like a good plan?
I want to share a story with you that will illustrate this. Once upon a time, I had a friend who lived in a dodgy neighbourhood and who found one morning that someone had put sugar in the tank of her car. She called me, really upset. She was on a roll. And I understood. This was another annoying act of delinquency. She had had to put up with so many. She was at her wit’s end. I knew, the moment she told me about the sugar, that something bigger was at play. Don’t ask me how. I just had a feeling that the Angels were behind this. So I was very bold, I told her. ‘I know this is going to sound crazy and maybe you will hate me for this, but I know this is good. It doesn’t even make sense to me, but there is something bigger at play here and this is for your good.’ Whatever, she wanted to say, but she loved me, so she just said goodbye and told me she would keep me posted. She lived on the other side of the world so at this point, I went to bed and she got on with her day. When I got up, I had an excited message from her. ‘You will not believe what happened to me today. You were right. I cannot wait to speak to you in person to tell you all about it.’ I admit that when I saw her message, I felt a sense of relief. I had wondered “what if nothing good comes out of this?” I am a rational person. I come from a family of doctors and engineers. I was a corporate lawyer for fifteen years. I am not airy fairy.
Well maybe a little now. I have a magic wand and I like to use it.
Anyway, to get back to the story, the mechanic who fixed her car decided to do a few checks whilst he was at it and he found out that her break pads were so thin, her car was a disaster waiting to happen. The hooligans of her gang neighbourhood had saved her life. Yes, you read me right. They saved her life. She didn’t go quite as far as put a note on the windscreen of her car to thank them but I would have. This goes to show that even hooligans can be used by the God and angels to do their work. Nothing is ever what it seems. Nothing.
And this takes me onto my zone of genius. I am good at seeing the bigger picture. I am good at finding the gold in the pain, the rubbish, the hardships. I am good at giving people purpose, meaning and hope. That’s my superpower. I see life through the eyes of Angels.
But it wasn’t enough. I always walk the talk. It’s easy to be able to see the gold in someone else’s situation. The big test was whether I would be able to see the gold in my father’s brain tumour and how he died of it. Whether I could bring magic in the smallest things I did as we walked side by side on his journey back to the creator. My father died on the 6th of March 2014 in a palliative care unit in a hospital in central Montmartre (Paris). I also managed to find the gold in the big gap that he left after he died. It was the start of a quest to communicate with him. There were lots of obstacles and frustrations but it was magical nevertheless. And in the end I found the gold in it. And that gold is my book. And I hope it will show people the power of love, joy and forgiveness. And that there are hidden blessings in everything, no matter how heart wrenching the experience is. This is our job here on Planet Earth. We are spiritual gold diggers. And hopefully my book can show you how to find gold in everything that happens to you. Good or bad.
Voila. It wasn’t so hard after all. What is your zone of genius?
(C) Ange de Lumiere 2016