I’ve never cared much for normal people. Those who get swayed by the current, choosing to curse the ocean for their maladies instead of swimming. As they open their mouths to yell the water rushes in and drowns out their pathetic cries as they get one more complaint for their bank of universal insults. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been more interested in those who ride the wave, those who become so utterly sublime in their wisdom and skills that they appear to the normal crowd as bigger than life. John D. Rockefeller, Henry Ford, Elon Musk, The Buddha, Jesus of Nazareth, Mother Teresa, Mahatma Ghandi, Benjamin Disraeli, Joan of Arc, Thomas Edison, Nikola Tesla and many more. These people all had something in common…they only paid homage to the true master.
Who is the true master?
Well, YOURSELF.
Every single thing you do in your life is ruled by your perspective and actions. Every single thing. The universe places everything that you need in your vicinity but it is an act of co-creation. It will not move your own body or think for you, it allows for total freedom. It is you that must wake up and take the handles of your own life, standing true to your own beliefs and values.
Let’s go back in time to elaborate…
When Neville Chamberlain was picked over Winston Churchill in the elections to be prime minister, did Churchill cry? No…he prepared. He stepped into the unconscious and analyzed the situation.
He knew what was going to happen.
He didn’t listen to the cowards in parliament as the Nazi machine plotted against Europe. He knew that Chamberlain was picked as the poster child because the people wanted to feel safe instead of actually ensuring safety. Chamberlain preached that war wasn’t happening, that Hitler was trustworthy, that Poland was secure. It appeased the cowards as their minds were able to rest in the belief that nothing would happen. The vociferous Churchill was a fearmonger they said, he was unsettling the people they said, he wasn’t the man England needed they said. But Churchill KNEW…oh he knew. His time was almost here. He retired to his home and waited patiently. Only consulting with himself, seeing the world for what it truly was. When Hitler spoke, he didn’t hear, he listened and felt the animosity. When parliament reassured the people, he listened to what they didn’t talk about and felt the fear permeating their words or should I say the empty air coming out of their mouths.
He saw the future.
The bombs delivered by the Luftwaffe, the dead young Englishmen, the Nazis parading in view of Big Ben. He SAW the negative side that no one wanted to see and then CHOSE by himself that that future would not happen.
On September 1, 1939, Germany invaded Poland. Right after Chamberlain’s diplomatic visit. He said that Hitler was a reasonable man, that the chancellor told him Germany wasn’t going to head west any longer. Needless to say, it wasn’t the time for retrospection but action. The stage had been set, the crowd had been gathered, Gjallarhorn, Heimdall’s horn that signaled the coming of Ragnarök had been rung.
The rules were different now.
In times of peace governments love to shelve their heroes while they enjoy the quiet times, but once war arrives only one archetype comes to mind. The moment before war called for Chamberlain but as soon as war reared its ugly head parliament could only think of one man, no, one hero. Churchill lit his cigar and took up office as prime minister and minister of defense.
He didn’t say I told you so. He consulted with the true master, himself, and did what only heroes do…
Shut the hell up and act.
Forever the course of history would change. He told America that the bulwark of the western world was Britain and convinced them to join the cause, establishing the allies alongside Stalin and Roosevelt who as a group then proceeded to stop the third Reich’s vision from becoming a reality. He immortalized himself in the history books not out of ego, but out of love. Love for England. Love for the world.
Remember, heroes always listen to the true master.
