Down for the Six Day Count!

I took me a total of six days to get back to writing. What a week. I don’t think I did too shabby. Considering how much pain I went through once I found out that I was not to be in the top 25 of The Next Top Spiritual Author competition. So why did it hurt so much? Well, I went for it full throttle. I did not shrink into an acceptable and safe size when dreaming of the possibilities. I saw the day that I would accept the award, looking out into the audience at my gleaming children, weeping wife, friends who had traveled hundreds of miles to applaud my efforts and surprisingly enough Ram Dass, Wayne Dyer, Marrianne Williamson and a host of spiritual old-timers prepared to pass on the mantle over to me. I saw my teachers and mentors: Christian Pankhurst, Karen Coffey, Lee Cook and Trevor Hart. I gave a speech that would have made Obama shout out- Damn, THAT was good! The interviews were endless, but so were the inspired words released from my mouth. I was moved to tears, I did not know whether to stand in glory or kneel in humility. I saw all my dreams coming true- The new house in Washington Park, the second home in Victoria, BC, the second car, the book signings, international rendezvous, and more interviews. It all came to me. All I needed to do was allow, receive, smile and sing. The grueling work of self-marketing, of believing before seeing, of overcoming misperceptions was over. It was time to reap what I had sowed. Then came the news. I was not asked to get up on stage. I was not even mentioned. I did not exist. I was standing nowhere.