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Confidence of Good Character

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/Confidence-of-Good-Character-e2ea1u

V: What's been on your mind?

Syl: What we can be thoroughly and totally confident about when it comes to ourselves. :)

V: That we nincompoops?

Syl: That also yes, which is good for our Humility, but in the more usual sense. Like we are a bit cockeyed and lacking when it comes to Confidence. We tend to base our confidence on accomplishments, projected competence and ability, credibility, status, image etc., which generally are also connected to perceptions of others, or at least partially.

But...

But we can be thoroughly and absolutely confident about our Goodness, and that out Goodness and out Intent-to-Goodness has Value.

We can be confident about our Earnestness, our Sincerity, our Integrity, our willingness to do and be good, our effort to try, and so on. When we bring this to the fore of our perspective on ourself we can have a confidence which we can carry into any situation. I may not know anything about specific details or information or anything like that, but that does not mean I have to lack confidence in myself, because I know the one thing I can have unwavering and absolute and resolute Confidence in, is my Goodness, and all the good qualities which come with it. Qualities which are exceedingly Valuable and Useful as they are also generally rare.

In the Application of this in the job market, those who know, and those are the ones we want to work for and work with, they value Good Character way more than qualifications. The most technically qualified criminal is not desired as an employee.

Technical mistakes and errors of applying ourselves to the tasks of the job are seldom a big deal, but issues of Trust and Character and Integrity and so on, those cannot be tolerated. Thus Good Character is at a premium for those who are the sensible ones we would like to work with. Along with that Good Character comes personal qualities such as diligence, thoroughness, punctuality, courtesy and consideration, willingness to try and make an effort and to learn and grow, kindness, generosity, helpfulness, honesty and self-honesty, reliability, responsibility, trust, plus much more.

Most people looking for jobs do not realise this fact and this Sensibility, and are not Aware of its implications, but it's a Huge big deal and a critical factor in business.

I have a friend who is a good earnest sincere helpful person with Good Character. She has been struggling on her own for years in various ventures. Recently she applied for a job-from-home with the parent company of one of the leading high-tech world-wide corporations, a very sought after job and company to work for. Like people want to work at Google and Facebook etc, this company is like that.

They put her on a trial period and she was worried she may not be fully qualified as she does know their products and services but not nearly as well as she could.

I told her she was a lock to get the job, regardless of her potentially insufficient product knowledge.

To cut a long story short she's now a permanent employee and she's over the moon, because the company is everything and More she's always hoped to be involved with. The company has a deliberate corporate culture of Collaboration and also specifically to make an Impact on the world and More.

They love her, lol, just as I told her they would. She was the first one picked and everyone is keen to have her on their team and help her and have her in the company and so on. Everything is just totally marvellous. And why?

All because of that Good Character. I told her just to be herself and to show her genuine desire to help and care and do a good job, and apply her natural efforts to do so and do more and to be thorough and diligent and all the stuff that comes naturally to Good People, and thus the job was a slam dunk. :) :D

BUT!!!

But, because she is also humble and modest, and is fully Aware of her nincompoopery, she was a bit imbalanced. She didn't have the confidence. So she worried and fretted and stressed some about getting the job.

Whereas if she had brought Confidence in her Goodness to the fore, to the forefront of her Being, and realised she could feel confident about herself, BE Confident about being a Good Person, then she could have entered the entire process with an entirely different mindset, one which would put her at ease and not be stressing or worrying, because when out Confidence lies in our Goodness and our Humility, when combined with our Positive Sobriety, we know we will always be striving to continue learning and growing and thus will always be a sought-after person to have on any team, and be someone who will always be valued. Because of course Goodness and Good Character are always Valuable. Not just to us, but to everyone and anyone.

It is in this Value of Goodness we anchor our Confidence.

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Published on October 19, 2018 00:20 • Tags: confidence, good-character, goodness, humility, intent-to-goodness

The Seeds of Goodness

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Seeds-of-Goodness-e2glsn

"The light knows not darkness, for everywhere it goes, there is light." - The Ancient One
Coming along the base of the massive cliff range, wedged between the high rock walls and the river, Biella walked with the Group. “I brought you here, far from everything, to tell you a story, a particular fable. Not a typical tale. This one has to be watered:”

The Ancient One and His Grave
I watched him as he sat there on the bench.
I, the Solitary Tree, him, The Ancient one.
There I watched him, on that bench in the middle of nowhere, in my shade. I watched him, day after day, as he sat there, holding time. Waiting. Waiting for what knows who. I watched him watch the horizons. I watched him watch his grave.
He had dug that grave so long ago. Even the shovel had long since disappeared. But the grave stayed open. Waiting for the Ancient One. Watching him.
I watched them. Waiting. I knew not for what, but I waited. Waiting is Me – for I am the Solitary Tree.
I did not see the others come. How they crossed the plains to come toward the bench, I know not, but they had come. Two angels, dressed as nuns. They sat down beside him, each taking hold a hand. The Ancient One transformed....

*
“Behold!” I did spake. I am ancient, I am the one waiting. “Behold, angels, behold what thee doth do.” They did not hear me. They did not hear me yet. Perhaps I did need speak a more recent tongue. “Know this angels, that on this day, in this hour, you have meant more and done more for me than any my entire life. For this I have been waiting.”
They did not comprehend. Their simple act, simple to them, profound to me. “A seed,” I did say. “A seed.” Perhaps they did think me addled, yet they listened. “Whence comes the seed?” They look upward, into the mighty tree rising into the heavens above. I shook my head.
“Watch,” I commanded. My stare to the horizon. Staring into the soft breeze coming toward us I directed with my eyes. I still had some power. They saw the speck, the speck on the horizon. I went in, closer, and closer still. They saw the tiny seed, saw it coming over the horizon. That kernel of promise carried ever so gently by the breeze. Potential Goodness carried for so long by destiny.
I opened my hand, releasing it from the angel to my left. I placed it on my knee, palm beckoning to the sky. We sat still. Watching. Watching and waiting. We watched that seed. Closer and closer it drifted. I held my hand. It would come.
Come it did. Landing delicately in my palm as the breeze died. A foretelling. There was the seed. On my palm. “Whence comes this seed?” I asked the angels again. They felt the Solitary Tree. They felt the horizon, they felt the World, but they were unsure. I smiled.
“I have been waiting for you,” I promised these hearts. “Know this angels, your simple act is a seed. It has grown in me. It grows in me. It will grow in me. You do not see. But you can know.” They still did not understand.
“You only see the seed,” I said unto them. “You only see the part. You have removed the seed from the tree.“ This profoundness did not yet sprout. “The tree too is More. It is more than its leaves and branches and roots.” I let this grow.
“Behold the mighty Solitary Tree,” I enfolded that soulful giant into the embrace of my heart, where the angels now did live. “How many seeds has the Solitary tree produced in the ages it has stood here?” I demanded. “Countless,” said the angel to my left. “Innumerable,” said the angel to my right. “Yes,” I said, “More. Yet here it stands, alone.” Their eyes widened. The obvious is not always obvious, even to angels. They too have to learn.
“Yet you also have come from elsewhere. You are not from here. You have seen other trees. Many. Doubtless you have seen the children of the Solitary Tree.” The heavens did then drench us as that mighty heart did weep. “Yes,” the angels nodded. “It is so,” they confirmed in unison.
“We see only the seed,” I said again. “We think it is all about the seed. But, I ask you, what does it take to produce this tiny Gift?” I did not let them answer. “Consider your action, your small insignificant action of taking a moment to be with an Ancient One waiting by his Grave. It is a result of you. Yet, what produced it?” Again I did not let them respond. “Your act of largesse comes from you. From the *All* of you.”

“Behold the mighty Solitary Tree. Does this tiny seed come from a leaf?” Now I waited. Their heads shook. “Does it come from a twig?” Their heads shook. “Does it come from a branch, from a mighty branch, from the trunk, from the roots?” I questioned them. “No,” they said, beginning to understand. “The tiny seed comes from the whole. It takes all of the mighty Solitary Tree to produce this one tiny seed.”

“Ah...” I breathed, “So it is with your small act. It connects me to the all of you.” Their eyes widened again. “Yet that is not all there is to this,” I promised them once more.

I closed my hand around that splendid consequence. “Come,” I bade them. “It is time. My waiting is over.” I did lead them to my grave, where I did lie down. “Please cover me,” I requested of the angels. Their solemn nods did send me to my treasured sleep.

*

I watched them. The angels and the Ancient One, there by the Grave. I watched the Ancient One breathe his last of here. I watched the angels cover him with Earth. Using their hands, they did tenderly caress the earth to clothe him. Sweet it was. Touching. The angels moved me.
I helped. Adding to the grave with leaves. Then they were gone, the angels. As if they had never been. All I had was myself and the Grave. The Ancient One had been speaking to me. This I knew. What had been his meaning?
I considered what I had heard. My seed was me. I had recognised my seed. It had travelled all the way around the world to land in the palm of the Ancient One. Incredible. But I had recognised it. The seed was me. I was in the seed. Wait, *All* of me was in my seed. I considered.

The angels had said they had seen my children. The children who are me. The children I have never seen. They were angels. They could not lie. I had Trust. It was all I could do. Trust my children grew. I knew not where, I knew not how, but I had to Trust they grew.
Joy arose in me. I realised it did not matter. If my children grew or not, it did not matter! This was Profound. I realised they *Could* exist elsewhere. That was enough. I smiled down to my roots. The angels had not realised this about themselves. Perhaps they will, when they encounter my children which might exist.
It did not matter. I was alone no longer.
The End.

*
Biella had been climbing up a narrow stair-path cut into the cliff. They came now to a wider area near the top. A viewing vista cut into the rock. From this enclosure they peered over the surface onto the great plain. The Solitary Tree arose majestically from that exquisite expanse, filling their eyes. It was all they could see where rock did not block their view. That vast empty plain, the Solitary Tree, and a bench.
“It exists!!” Sighed Aki.

They stared at the Solitary Tree. The marvel of its existence magical.
The enclosure was open only on the side of the bench and the Tree. Rock walls behind and to the sides. To the right a small path cut deeply through the stone. Biella led them along it. Once more rock shielded their view. This path opened into another vista.

“Wait,” said Biella, holding up her hand like a field commander. “Prepare yourselves,” she instructed without explanation. Then stepped into the vista, facing the plain. The view opened up to now show *Two* mighty Trees.

“Oh my!' sighed Ursula.

“Behold,” smiled Biella, “The Solitary Tree. And, the Ancient One.”
- From: Tales, Myths, and Fables of the New Nobility (Recent entry)