“Each person is born with an infinite power, against which no Earthly force is of the slightest significance.”
—Neville Goddard
Many years ago, I had a colleague who made it very clear that he felt I didn’t know what I was talking about. At first, I was indignant. “How dare he treat me like this? I’ve got this job based on merit and do great work.” But occasionally, I found myself doubting. Maybe I didn’t know what I was talking about after all. Maybe this person was right.
Luckily, I worked closely with a lovely group of people, and they helped me realize that this was not my problem—it was his. Every time I walked down the corridor past his office, for several years actually, I would make a small rude hand gesture in front of his closed office door. Nobody saw. Or so I thought.
Anyway, long story short, life is much happier when you treat others as you would like to be treated. I know only too well how it feels to be treated as though you’re inferior or “less than” and have made it a point to be respectful and courteous to everybody. We are all in this together, this fabulous Universe of ours.
The truth is, we are all fabulous. We literally are. The word fabulous comes from a Latin word meaning “that which is told.” We tell ourselves stories all the time: “Oh, I’m not sporty. I’m no good at gym. My knees are knackered. I’m getting too old for this…” blah, blah, etc.
Our subconscious mind unquestioningly laps up whatever we tell it. It doesn’t soothe or placate us or remind us of that really impressive time we ran for the tram in the pouring rain with a heavy bag and umbrella and caught it. Its job is not to reassure or berate us. Its job is simply to absorb whatever we feel to be true and reflect that back to us as our reality.
Once we realize how great we truly are—not because of what we do or where we live, but simply because we are—we would never need to doubt ourselves again.
We would appreciate all the wonderful things within and around us, and we would lift each other up, not bring each other down. We would understand the true creative potential of our imagination, and we would be much more mindful about what we allow ourselves to tell our Selves, our subconscious.
Perhaps this is where we can find peace. Not by attempting to fix ourselves (we were never broken), nor by proving ourselves (there was never anything to prove), nor winning one-sided battles in office corridors, but by remembering.
Remembering who we were before someone else’s doubt crept in and rocked our boat. Reminding ourselves that our worth was never up for debate. Remembering that imagination is creative and invisibly shaping our inner world long before it takes form in the outer one.
Imagination, as Neville Goddard tells us, responds to assumption. This means it works best when we tell ourselves stories again and again that we feel to be true.
When we remember our own innate wholeness, something softens. The need to prove dissolves and that familiar inner critic loses its grip. And peace returns.
Perhaps peace isn’t something we need to strive for at all. Maybe it’s simply what remains when we stop telling ourselves unkind stories about who we are.
You’re already fabulous, just the way you are.
