Super Heroes
The world is obsessed with super heroes
This one can shoot lightening, that one’s egotistical
This one is allllmosst invincible
That one is dreadfully vulnerable - BUT A GENIUS!
Every hero ultimately has but one quality that makes them a hero. They give up all hope for themselves.
People are not as obsessed in the world with Grandmothers and Dads as they are with super soldiers and power-mutants. And yet, Grandmothers and Dads get called heroes too.
But never was there one who thought more about themselves than others, and who was also called a hero.
One cannot keep firm hold on the tiny persona, and place that above all, and expect to gain the stature of myth. To be a being of mythic proportions is to have a mythic heart.
Every hero’s journey is inspiring, because it is our own journey. And every hero’s journey is difficult in direct proportion to how much they are attached to their own lives.
To the degree that they have to question “when is it my turn”, or “what about me”. To that degree, they suffer. Most heroes are tempted - by the arch-enemy, or by random circumstance - to take up the power the wield and use it for their own gain.
When a mythic being overcomes this temptation, our hearts leap, because a deep seed within our souls sees something familiar.
it sees the test that we are each facing every day. Will I live for “me”, or will I use the powers I’ve been given for good?
Most of us don’t know we have powers. We don’t know we are heroes. And yet, consider again Grandma, Dad, a counsellor, a lover who rescued your heart, a therapy dog or cat. They wear no cape, and yet have saved lives. It only took a moment of selflessness.
One who thinks that they are a “self” and places that self first becomes dense and opaque. Not much light can shine through them. But one who has lessened the torture of “self” and has reached out with their heart to others becomes like a beacon. When you are with them, something is just different.
We are each a spark of that same light, eternally shining. We are each born to be a super-being. We think it’s the cape, or the powers. We think it’s something in the voice, or the bank account, or the intellect. It’s some genetic inheritance, or lucky timing, or even stupidity. None of these are the essence of heroism. The essence of heroism has only ever been love.
The heroes of old were chosen by Divinities. They were servants of the divine. But the divine is just the light of love in many faces and forms. The heroes of old were all the emissaries and warriors of love. You too can be this warrior. You too can feel this strength and honor. All you have to do is reach out.
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