A Confession

I rarely talk about this but I have an enormous amount of power. It is not Vicki’s power but the unnamed source of love that has been with me since birth.

Neither of my parents recognized this, nor have most people. I would not know it myself had I not been apprised of it by a few spiritual people that saw it, you might say.

I feel it, always, but Vicki cannot do anything with it. She is Vicki and will always remain helpless. The power within is boundless and I dare not show it to anyone. They either feel it or they don’t.

Certain negative people have picked up on it and attacked me, not knowing it was not mine. Certain conscious people have quietly told me that it lies within me.

I feel it as I type these words. I do not express it to people or take credit for it. Nevertheless, it works its way into my writing.

I sit in stillness a lot. I have no social life or network. The power within me does not thrive in that environment but in silence.

Were it not for this power, I would have self-destructed after the death of my daughter or my husband. Always, the power that lies within protects me from the world.

I see so clearly that Vicki must live out her life, making her mistakes on a daily basis. But the power that drives her to write is what frightens people away. My father could be violent but he never bothered me because of this power. I have been protected by it

I have no talents in this world and certainly not any skills. I have fought agoraphobia and social phobia. I have grieved deeply and long. I know that Vicki is always protected, though. And for this I am grateful. She will continue to think she is fragile when that could not be further from the truth. She is standing on the rock.

Vicki Woodyard