The Big Truth, my first book, ends like this:
‘There is only one country; earth,
there is only one people; humanity,
there is only one faith; love.’
Looking around in the world and following the news, unfortunately many people aren’t aware of this. Humanity is wandering about in a kind of sleep state, because in an awakened world there would be no more war and violence. Fortunately more and more people are waking up and many wise folks have come before us to lead the way. Such as the philosopher Marcel Messing. I read in his book ‘Flexible as reed’ that the core of all religions and wisdom is love and non-violence, even though modern people have forgotten and lose themselves all too often in wars and violence. Flexible as reed intends to offer a spiritual basis to all those who feel connected with the practice of non-violence. The book proffers a revolution in all areas of human existence. A revolution without weapons, without violence, without an army and without demonstration of power. A revolution arising from the silence of the mind, a peace loving revolution that addresses the true characteristics of human nature: goodness, generosity, non-violence, peace and love. Non-violence is an absolute necessity for inner peace and world peace. All the great spiritual leaders on earth have taught this without exception.
At the end of August I hung on the lips of dr. Wayne Dyer, who was my first spiritual teacher through his books. A magical weekend; the sun was shining brightly and I was paddling my new bike along the river Yarra to the Melbourne Convention Centre. A family of black swans swam along with me for a little bit, the swan being the symbol of purity and transformation. ‘I am Light’ is the title of the event. With my mother’s book, My life is a song, and my mantra-cd Heart Flow as a gift for Wayne in my bag, I go inside. I wish for a personal meeting with Wayne, which should be possible, given the three pages he has written about my mother in his last book, I Can See Clearly Now:
“I have no idea who first placed a copy of Niet Morgen Maar Nu (Your Erroneous Zones is the name of the American edition) in the hands of Willeke Alberti, and what it was that inspired her to speak so passionately about it on national television. I did nothing, and obviously it was supposed to happen, so nothing was left undone. Clearly there’s an invisible force in the universe that handles everything. No exceptions. This force is in me and it is in everything and everyone else alive – it connects us all. When I stay in harmony with this force, which is really pure unconditional love, it leaves nothing undone by doing nothing. The Beatles had it right when they said “Let it be.”
Thousands of people at the Convention Centre, and all of them are wishing for a personal meeting with Wayne. The wish of my neighbor who is sitting at the end of my row, comes true: as he is coming down the stairs towards the stage, he takes her hands and she has her magic moment with him. Later she whispers in my ear that his hands were cold. His hands may be cold, but the warmth and the love that he exudes, are hugely powerful. I don’t get my personal meeting, but the encounter of his soul with my soul is so intense that tears keep streaming down my face for the next hour or so. They are tears of happiness, I am so touched to be in the presence of this loving, wise man. There are no accidents in life, everything is perfect as it is, he says.
Seven days later I see an incoming email. Someone has tagged me on Facebook. I had just intended to spend a little less time on Facebook, but I’m allowed to see why I’ve been tagged. I read: “Djeez, Danielle, you must be shocked: so soon after you have seen Wayne alive, he has left his body’. I hear Wayne saying: “Celebrate life when someone dies.” I watch Wayne’s movie The Shift three times, read the book that we bought during the event, recommended by Wayne; The Impersonal Life of Joseph S. Brenner. Wayne had read it on the plane from Maui to Australia for the tenth time and only now did he really understand it, he passionately told us. He has given it to all of his eight children: they will only get a Christmas present this year when they read the book and write an outline of it. My outline after I read the book is: ‘You are me and I am you.’ This is wisdom that people have forgotten all about. How do I translate that ‘You are me and I am you’ in everyday events? For instance in our neighborhood, where everyone is in a frenzy, they certainly won’t recognize themselves in the scary new neighbor! They call him The Neighbor from Hell. Our quiet block is rattled by a probable drug addict, who acts like an angry Tarzan and Formula 1 driver in the city. We are told to inform the police, the real estate man and heaven knows who else about this hellish neighbor. “Can’t we do this in a more direct, loving manner?” I ask his immediate neighbor, not waiting for an answer. “I have this really good book at home: Don’t get mad, get wise. I’ll give it to him personally.” “No, no!” the neighbor exclaims, “that’s a really bad idea, he might hurt you! Let’s wait and see how he behaves for a while, maybe it was the initiation of his new house.”
That night however, we are awakened by a tremendous loud, angry Tarzan yell. I look through the curtains and see a bald, toned young man in his underpants, pounding his hands on his chest and screaming from the top of his lungs, uttering primal sounds; they are piercing through the depth of my soul. Words I can decipher are: Wake up, you assholes and bitches!
I can hear Wayne whispering in my ear: ‘Whatever the question may be, LOVE is the answer…’