What makes a genius? They are a breed that is of a different construct. You can see it in their eyes. They have sparkling light in them. Always looking like little kids. Always seeking, always playing. They are off this world. Constantly. Playing their own games on their own. They never listen. They do not obey. They are stubborn. They talk strange, walk strange. They are strangers. And yet they know.
You cannot beat them. You can try to hurt them and take away their earthly things but you can never take their knowledge away from them. The Light in them is too strong. It is addictive. If you spent time with a genius, you want to be part of their game. You want it too. That spark. The Light in them will ignite you. When touched by it, you will be changed forever.
There is a certain danger in being in the Light. It empowers you. You will remember who you are. You are the great I AM. You will forget your body. You will forget where you are. You won’t care. You need to lose yourself completely in order to find your true self again.
You are a genius too. Always were and always will be. You just forgot how to be.
So go on and search for the Light. Isolate yourself. Be with yourself alone. Go into Nature, meditate, search and rediscover.
“Mediocrity is self-inflicted. Genius is self-bestowed.” Walter Russell.