Is there Poison in Your Food?

I pulled over to the side of the road to take the call – my pulse beats raced and my heart began sinking in disbelief as I heard the words “My partner says don’t do it. He knows that it won’t work.”

Just a couple of days before I had explained to Bizman and Wife, whom I’d known for many years, how he could start increasing the number of business projects he gets, with the accompanying evidence of how the strategy has already been working sustainably for decades. No, I don’t get paid for any of this. In fact it is done at my own expense of time and money for transport as well as the accompanying refreshments at meetings. My friends ask me why I bother to make the effort.

Well, remember Ngahi – the man in a previous blog, who had determinedly had his face tattooed to proclaim his purpose? His challenge to his listeners had been to identify “what makes you weep?” and then to unwaveringly work to address that particular issue, as a personal mission. From him I understood that it takes both persistence and pain to act to reduce the weeping. For me the weeping comes from knowing that every human has access to greater inner joy and outer prosperity, but needs others who are willing to show them the access points, and to lead them through, if they indeed have in themselves the willingness to step up to the next level of personal fulfillment. It is People who are my passion and Ngahi drove home to me that it will take a lifetime of painful persistence to reduce the weeping if I am serious about being true to myself.

So, I had offered to introduce Bizman and Wife to a group of people who would be willing to commit themselves to learning more about what they do, and to recommending their services to those to whom they already do business with. Isn’t it magical to have credible people refer business from their own networks to you? They believed so too and made their own commitment to check the opportunity out. BUT like the serpent in Eden, their trusted Bizpartner sowed the seeds of doubt in their minds, and they become torn between fear of potential loss and stepping up to potential gain.

Familiar, isn’t it? You’ve been there too, haven’t you? The seductively pretty faces of trusted feelings, comfort zones and pleasant familiarity can be the narcotics that keep us from realizing that we are willingly consuming toxic arsenic – it shows no trace in our food, you know. Often arsenic is detected only at autopsies i.e. after death has already occurred and its too late for resuscitation.

I decided to take the bull by the horns, and invite Bizpartner to come along to meet the group too. Will he dare to call his own bluff? We’ll see if he does show up won’t we! Hopefully he will, and can then take some steps up for himself too. If he wants to, that is.

Oh those pretty faces in our lives that cleverly tickle our egos and so artfully please us all!