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The other day, I was working and, for some reason, felt guided to turn on the television while doing a project. Usually, I don’t have television on during the day, while I work, but instead will listen to music that matches my mood. So, to be prompted to turn on the television was an interesting twist of things and something I could not deny because it was so out of the ordinary. As I turned it on, it was on a channel that happened to be playing one of my favorite movies, Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. It was more than halfway through so I left it on, not really focusing on it and going about my work.

There came a moment, as all the characters were embroiled in struggle and battle that I became transfixed, staring at the screen and drinking it all in. Soon, tears were silently coursing their way down my cheeks. I watched as elves and humans and dwarfs and wizards and hobbits battled against an evil army that was seemingly unending in their numbers. I watched as they stood together with determination and faith that Frodo would accomplish his goal – he would destroy the Ring.

None of them had any idea if Frodo was still alive or if he would make it to top of the volcano where he could toss in the golden horror and destroy the heart of evil. None of them knew if they would make it out alive, if their seriously outnumbered ranks would withstand the onslaught of orcs and gigantic elephants and flying lizard-dragons with soul-eating riders. None of them knew if their plea to other tribes would be answered and help would show to support them. They knew none of that, and yet they still fought.

Meanwhile, on the rocky mountainside, Frodo struggled to climb to his destination as large globules of flaming lava exploded forth from the mouth of the frothing mountain and screamed through the air to crash all around him. He was bruised, tattered, filthy, injured, and exhausted. And, yet, he still dragged himself across the stone surface, focusing on the seething crest above him. There came a moment when Frodo collapsed and his best friend and companion through the entire 9-hour trilogy, Samwise Gamgee, steps up, equally exhausted and concerned for his friend. All along, as he watches the Ring slowly eat away at Frodo’s being, Sam has offered to hold it for Frodo, but Frodo has always declined, saying, “It is my burden to bear, Sam.”

As Frodo lay motionless on the ground, Sam approaches him and they have a conversation:

Sam: Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be spring soon. And the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they’ll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields… and eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
Frodo: No, Sam. I can’t recall the taste of food… nor the sound of water… nor the touch of grass. I’m… naked in the dark, with nothing, no veil… between me… and the wheel of fire! I can see him… with my waking eyes!
Sam: Then let us be rid of it… once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you… but I can carry you!

In that moment, my heart suddenly broke wide open and I began to understand why I am so drawn to this trilogy and what it means to me, to my work, to the reason we are all here at this time in history.

Until recent years, I have yearned to be “Frodo” – The One whom everyone hails as Savior. I have wanted the acclaim, the acknowledgment, the accolades, the validation of my existence. I have wanted to be “important” and noticed and recognized. I have felt jealousy about those who had “more” of anything… status, money, credibility, pull. I have resented those whose power I have recognized, calling it forth and awakening it in them, then sat back and watched them grow big and fly away. I have felt left behind, less than, insignificant.

In that moment, when Sam threw Frodo over his shoulders and, on trembling legs, began the vertical climb to Frodo’s destination, I suddenly understood who Sam was. Sam was a very significant, integral part in the process and he did it not for acclamation or to be recognized. He did it because it was his purpose to walk beside Frodo, hold up Frodo and, when necessary, carry Frodo. He had to be there to yell at Frodo when Frodo lost his way, gave in to the Ring, or go too tired to move. He had to be there every time to fight off Gollum who is determined to destroy anyone who gets in his way of having the Ring.

And then, as Sam fought his way up the mountain with Frodo on his shoulders, the scene returned to the battle far below. I watched as those on the side of “good” banded together, surrounded by evil and fought for all they were worth. They did so in an effort to move the salvation of man forward. They did it in faith that their cause would rule the day. They did it because it was their purpose to do so.

It became clear to me how important it is that I, and each of us here and now, recognize the vital importance of our individual existence here on earth. *I* AM important to the evolution of man and it starts with me, first. There is such power in knowing I am here for a specific purpose – you are here for a specific purpose. When each of us understands why we are here and what we are meant to do and that we are willing to do that, no matter what, we are given the power to transform ourselves, thereby transforming humanity.

In the battle of the Ring, each character was significant and played an important role in the ultimate success of Frodo. Even the “evil” characters, against which they fought, played into Frodo’s accomplishment because, had there been no “evil” there would have been no need to save the world.

As this realization settled in and I began to see all the ways I am honoring my purpose here and all the connections that are forming as a direct result of committing to living my purpose, I felt huge waves of humble gratitude. I realized that my commitment to be fully alive and in my love is of utmost importance. I felt the understanding settle into every cell of my body and could suddenly see all that was unfolding in my life.

I invite you to look into your heart, into your life and see where you are on track with your purpose and where things need to be realigned. We need you to be fully aligned with your purpose so we can succeed. Because, as I shared with my best friend that day, “I finally understand the importance of teamwork, that no one really ever does anything alone and that, when the world needs to be saved, it always takes willingness, devotion, love, and persistence.”

I would love to have you join the team!


I always welcome your thoughts, questions, and comments. Feel free to jot down what you’re thinking in the comment box below.

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