Beautiful flame

Hi Grandchildren,
I posted this as a comment to a friend's post. At first reading it might seem rough but it describes a most beautiful moment in my life: the day I realized that I love myself. To Samantha:

I remember. I remember screaming at the world and Father as I drove alone on a long trip. Would my insanity never end? I remember complaining that the standard answers did not seem to be working.

Then came 6:30 am, Feb 12th, 1990. I woke up (at 44+ years old) loving myself and all I had gone through. Not that I would ever volunteer to do anything like that again. I still shudder.

I realized clearly over the next few days that the longer the journey the more one can learn. There is no journey longer than one that starts out with having being put in a pit by those who should, instead, have elevated me.

One can not sleep through the journey of self. One must stay at (or at least revisit) every point of interest until each point is understood.

Keep fanning the ember of self. A beautiful flame will burst forth.
G'pa Bob