When you make a conscious decision that flies in the face of the status quo, you will often be met with great adversity from others. When you make the decision to take the road less traveled by – others see you as a threat – because if you are right, then somehow they could possibly be wrong. You stir the deep security that they have made the best decisions for their themselves and their children. Your simple presence threatens their very essence.
Stand there anyway. Take the arrows. They may even possibly come around to getting it, to becoming conscious simply because you provided that space for them, cleared the path. And it’s not that you are right just because you thought it through. You are simply right for you. When you make your decision – any decision that makes others question themselves, stand firm. The venom quite possibly will fly your way. However, if you maintain your stance in a place of gentle allowing, your consciousness will become contagious. They will appreciate you.
Marianne Williamson put it this way:
Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
And, as we let our own light shine,
we consciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.