Most days, I encounter sacred, miracles, otherwise known as humans doing their best to manifest their superpowers for good. But yesterday was not most days… Yesterday I ran into a buffoon head.
It happened at one of those up-line, down-line, direct sales, multi-level company meet ups. I promised a friend I’d check out this breakthrough product she is selling. And of course, wouldn’t you know- it, right there in the middle of meeting sacred miracles out popped multiple buffoon heads.
The first buffoon appeared quite normal on arrival, he channeled the energy of a God miracle and even verbalized his faith during his speech. It was later his inner buffoon manifested when I asked how the commission structure of the breakthrough company worked.
In front of a table full of strangers I watched his head morph buffoon like as he replied to me, “I can tell you are very bright, but don’t let your brains be a deterrent to your success with us-….” And then if I’m not mistaken, he winked or was that a smile or glance in the direction of my knee or my leg?
BAM. All I could see were buffoons.
I really hadn’t planned on morphing out of my sacred, miracle, superpower fueled person before the night was over but in no time at all my own buffoon was on the defense and leading the charge by replying, ”I’ve taught at the MBA level, I think I can handle a little complexity.”
How dare a modern day male act like we are back in the dark ages where women were allowed to be beautiful but not talk in public or dare be smart and brilliant? And who, what miracle has the right to tell another sacred miracle not to use their brains, ask questions? Isn’t that what the guy who got all those people to swallow that kool-aide and then die -do?
My heart alarm went off right there and so to did my inner buffoon get back in the closet right now, control.
I exhaled and handed the rest of the evening over to the SPIRIT that is higher and much more sacred than me.
By the end of the evening I was clear. The product would prove itself when I used it- or not. The sacred miracle who acted like a buffoon was most likely not someone my superpowers were meant to invest in..And the wonderful women I met at the table they were the true reason I had been led to the upline, downline, evening…
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“A fool’s mouth is his ruin, and his lips are a snare to his soul….” Proverbs.
How is it I go in- all sacred miracle and BAM one buffoon and I’m morphing into satan’s grandchild….?
Sorry God. But the good news is I could feel the morphing happening. AND I’m learning to actually FEEL crap when it happens not deny it by staying in my head. And on the high side. I did what I was called to do and what I said I’d do. And you showed up in spades and led me to three young woman who will be friends from here on out. You also reminded me that I can entertain a buffoon without choosing to become one….if I want to…. Yep. I was one of the buffoon heads at the event last night -but thankfully I serve a God who isn’t bothered by questions, curiosity, brilliance, intelligence and who created me to be just as beautiful as I am -even if I am a real buffoon head-sometimes.