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Writer's pictureLinda Wallace

Will Smith, the alchemist? I hope so.

As soon as he marched on stage and hit Chris Rock, Will Smith was offered his greatest role ever. Will he accept?


I would hate to be Will Smith right now. His embarrassment must be unbearable. His first Oscar win forever tainted with shame.

The last thing he wanted from his moment in the sun was to stumble into his darkness.

That is a lonely place. All the compassion he may be getting from those close to him can't keep him company in his darkness, save for his own reflection staring him in the face. A reflection that is certain to be agonizing to look at right now.

I don't know all that the Universe has in store for him, but I do know this: There is gold in that turd he produced in front of the whole world last night.

The Universe has a way of routing us directly towards our shit. It knows what we need- to be sent to the forge.

And there, Will gets to become the Alchemist. To transmute, purify and mature his base metal into a noble one. To transform his lead into gold.

Always, always, when the Universe hands you your ass, it also hands you a gift.

And Will could receive that gift: If he submits to the forge. If he lets it burn away his egoic attachments and protections. And his identity as he know it. If he stands naked, open and vulnerable in the dark, having shed the outgrown parts of himself that he no longer needs- not where he is going next.

Because when he re-merges, his next role could be his best yet- purified, matured gold. Gold that will be gift he gives to the world by showing us how it's done.

We have all had our decents into the dark nights of our souls. and we will go there again. We are never forsaken when we make meaning of the trip.

From what I know of Jada, that is exactly what Will will do.

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