What is Your Purpose?

Ever wondered what you are here for?

Nine years ago I started to consciously ask this question. I verbalised it & the response I got from my inner circle was...

I'm here to glorify God, to show forth his splendour,
To make a difference in the world,
To be a mother & raise my children,
To be a care giver,
To quieten the ego and become more spiritual,
To get anther chance at getting it right this time,
To teach others from the wisdom I gathered along the way,
and on and on...

Nothing I heard, or thought, or read really satisfied my question.

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Kleoniki Vanos

Then one day I had the privilege of having several conversations with wonderful individuals who took the time to share with me. Who brought their spot light into our conversation & enabled me, for the first time, to find a voice to say what I had been trying to for so long. This rocketed me into the space of my journey.  Dewald, Adel, Charl, Nic, Pierre, Mark, I thank you for you!

My revelation is this (just for the now, I know there will be more): 

People bring us brightly wrapped packages, gifts, they call them. 
Here is a gift for you, an answer, a solution, a way out. 
Take it, they say, & may it go well with you. 
Goodbye. 

I don't know what this is, they didn't say, they don't know either. 
Someone gave it to them & they passed it on to me. 
I have to open it, but like the others I'm scared. 
What if it's empty, or blows up in my face, or isn't what I'd hoped it would be, or I don't know how to use it, or even worse, I drop it & it breaks? 
No, it's much safer left alone and so the package is violently ignored. 

But wait! 
Someone happens, they come along, a ray of light breaks through the clouds, & for a moment a spark ignites a tiny rainbow & then it disappears. 
Then someone else happens & the rainbow light stays longer. 

I realise I have enough courage now to move toward the thing, face my fear & open the gift that was so brutally ignored, even despised. 

The journey is not in the recognition from others, but in the recognition of ones self.