Otto hates the light. Anything that illuminates. Clarifies. If it sets the record straight, even hints at focus or concentration on a goal, he wants nothing to do with it. In fact, he’ll do anything to sabotage it. No clarity = no creation.
Otto is an illusionist. The conductor of deception hiding behind a drape of fear. We’ve all seen the Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy and her three amigos finally meet the conjurer. Or his shadow, at least. A projection from behind a veil, giving him ten times the girth. Ten times the power. Terrifying.
Until they pull the curtain aside.
Otto is the grandmaster of illusion, and fear is the fuel that feeds it. Fear minimizes our creative spirit, because our creative force is the light. The purest light, and he will do anything to obscure it.
With fear, Otto performs his darkest magic. He manipulates, bullies, tortures, and belittles that tiny creative voice. He undermines the freedom to pursue our passion and disrupts the flow driving us as artists. The voice of our book, our poem, our painting. A song, or a vibrant garden. A chocolate cake that remains unbaked because we’re cajoled into believing we don’t have the proper ingredients. We submit and become an empty shell, resigned to the lies that we are less than we can be.
But it's a ruse. A counterfeit, bogus forgery. What would we see if we pulled back Otto’s curtain of fear?
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