Once upon a time there was a country ruled by a king. The country was invaded and the king was killed, but his children were rescued by servants and hidden away. The smallest, an infant daughter, was reared by a peasant family. They didn’t know she was the king’s daughter. She had become the peasant’s daughter and she dug potatoes and lived in poverty.
One day an old woman came out of the forest and approached the young woman who was digging potatoes. The old woman asked her, “Do you know who you are?” And the young woman said, “Yes, I’m the peasant’s daughter and a potato digger.” The old woman said, “No, no, you are the daughter of the king.” And the potato digger said, “I’m the daughter of the king?” “Yes, yes, that’s who you are!” she replied and then disappeared back into the forest.
After the old woman left, the young woman still dug potatoes but she dug them differently. It was the way she held her shoulders and it was the light in her eyes because she knew who she really was. She knew she was the daughter of the king.
Do you know who you really are?
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?” ―Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”