An adventurous young man received a summons to visit a foreign country, a land he had never heard of before. On a whim, he accepted the invitation, boarded the small, private plane, crossed the great waters and disembarked. He was immediately greeted by an effervescent woman who extended her arms in a warm hug. Feeling very welcomed and excited to begin his site-seeing tour, learn the language, and begin to get acquainted with the people and their customs, he was stunned when…
Turning around, he witnessed the door to the plane close, the pilot begin to maneuver down the small runway, ascend, and he was left a lone man among these new people. Realizing that there was no reason to be concerned, he had, after all, received a warm welcome, he willed himself to relax. The woman motioned to others in the distance that seemed anxious to meet him as she guided him forward, escorting him to a comfortable chair.
Interpreting the gesture to sit down, he then waited with anticipation at what he would learn and experience in this newly begun venture. He smiled at those who were, likewise, beaming at him. A small crowd had gathered and they, in hushed, subdued voices spoke to each other. Not understanding their language, he was just left to wait and wonder.
As if honoring a dignitary back home, these people knelt in front of him, seeming to wait for some cue from him to begin. He sat and smiled. And waited. Knowing that they would not understand his words, yet sensing that they were somehow waiting for a queue from him, he finally began speaking and gesturing anyway.
These people of his new adventure brought him gidgets and gadgets that he had never seen before and had no clue how to utilize. He would smile and accept them for a moment, all the while aware of their anticipation of some reaction from him. Occasionally their smiles would turn to disappointment or frustration at what, he assumed, were his inadequate using of these new “things.”
After a while, the man felt a growing need to relieve himself in the “bathroom.” Unable to communicate with these people, he got up, found himself a tree and, to their delight and amusement, helped himself feel better.
Wondering what was next on the agenda, the man tried to use his hands and facial expressions to ask what was to happen at this point. The people continued to beam. Gesticulating more and more wildly appeared to get him nowhere. Knowing that they would not understand, and yet not knowing what else to do, he tried verbalizing. “Okay. Can I see the place?” “Where do you live?” “Show me your lives.” They smiled blankly back at him, obviously amused.
Try as he might, he was unable to communicate with these people. He did NOT want to be treated as some king or dignitary. Indeed, he did not want to be “treated” at all! He desired most to observe THEM and to learn of their customs, their lifestyles. He wanted to be assimilated and to participate into THEIR culture; he had no clue how to govern or be the one in control! This was foreign territory and culture to him.
Occasionally, through the ensuing hours and days, the man was able to convey his needs. A place to sleep. Food to eat. When the people provided what he attempted to communicate a need for, he was thrilled. However, his relief was short-lived as the “natives” seemed to “worship” and place expectations upon him that he had no clue how to live up to.
How helpless and pathetic he began to feel. What was he to do? After some time of being “the center of attention,” the man gave up his inner desires and hopes for this novel experience. Depression set in. Helplessness led to hopelessness.
How he wished he’d never come. All he had been seeking was a different, unique experience. Now, he felt the people to be despicable. He had no respect for them—they who would put one such as he in charge. He who was unable to communicate, ignorant of their ways and customs, unable to navigate himself through the labyrinth of their land or lifestyle. Despicable indeed.
In truth, not only did he not have respect for these people, but he was quickly losing what respect he had had for himself. What kind of intelligence was required to find his way here with them? Why was he so inept at this maneuver? He felt lower than he ever had. Pathetic. He wished someone would allow him to “wake up” and realize it was all a dream.
After some time, the traveler decided that to make the best of his situation, he would attempt to play along with the natives. To do so, he asserted what authority he could to make demands according to his desires and whims. He learned to holler and screech when his needs were not taken care of fast enough or to his expectations. He learned that whining generally brought him more of what he was given. His countenance was generally smirking and crest-fallen. Though not what he had been anticipating from his experience in this land, the young man found some satisfaction in rising from his prior feelings of despair and apathy. Perhaps asserting power over others would bring him his desired feelings of worth after all.
Gradually he learned some preliminary ways of communication with the islanders. He began to feel some comfort with their routines and customs. Bit by bit he lost his memory of any prior existence and established a sense of comfort in this new life. At night, though, when left alone with his thoughts, he allowed himself to feel a sense of aloneness. Indeed, an inner knowing gnawed at him that a true connection of some kind was lacking.
Living this way for some time, it was a shock, then, the day that another traveler arrived. This one seemed to just present himself. Carrying himself with an inherent power and dignity, he certainly caught the attention of the young “ruler.” His intrigue soon turned to apprehension, however, when this new gentleman, with a sincere smile on his face, walked right up to the young man, took his hand, and escorted him OFF the throne.
Protesting loudly that it was his rightful place, the new man seemed to ignore his cries. He led him to a quiet place, set him down on the ground and insisted that he remain there until he had calmed himself down. When the young man had regained his balance, the stranger cheerfully welcomed him back out to join the group.
Over and over again through the next several days, the scenario played itself out. Gradually, the young man learned to feel at peace and to allow the kind man to show him the ways of the land. Little by little and firmly but wisely, the man taught him how to rule. Surprisingly he found that the most important “ruling” was done over his own emotions.
As the young man showed accountability for making decisions that were for the betterment of the whole social order and demonstrated his growing capacity to remain in peace through his various experiences, the kind stranger allowed him more and more jurisdiction over his life and interaction in the decision-making for the island.
Gradually, his bearing became more erect and his walk one of confidence… like his empowered mentor. His natural smile and quick and sincere laugh returned. A peaceful countenance came over him. Gone were his whiny, demanding ways. A real power seemed to descend upon him—though not from without. This real power seemed to come from his own heart and the changed ways of his thinking.
Obviously a fictional account, the previous story presents a real dilemma many young children find themselves in at birth. They must suddenly and ignorantly navigate the new country of life in an uncontrollable physical body amongst “natives” (a.k.a. parents) who would have life revolve around their new “reigning authority.” Yet…THE NASCENT CHILD DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
A child wants, indeed needs, to be inculcated as a member of the group, not in some starring role, but as one of equal worth. Ignorant of the cultural aspects of his life, not capable of speaking the “language,” unable to even bring control to his own physical body, he feels helpless when he seems to be required to “govern” himself AND the older, more experienced others.
A child needs a parent, one he can trust to help him get his bearings. In time, he will be able to hold his own. After learning the ways of society he will be able to make decisions about his needs and future. But at first, a child must rely on those older and wiser to “hold the reins” for him. A parent must place the boundaries of appropriate behavior firmly in place and reinforce their observance in a meaningful, firmly consistent manner, all the while creating a vision of patience and loving acceptance of his learning attempts. To do anything less or more than this sense of balance is to deny the child the true joys of being a child and compromise his ability, through his experiences, of gaining wisdom.
Although usually well-meaning, most parents today really “trip-up” their child in his raising. Unknowingly, they prevent him from finding his “way” along the pre-established road of feeling equal in value and unique worth with everyone else. To realize that he is “special,” but no more “special” than any other being on the earth is the secret desire of every heart. To live is a society of balanced respect and harmonious interaction with all is the programmed-in desire of each new child.
At times, a child with exceptional inner strength finds these inner moorings by himself. More often than not, however, the children of our current societies are floundering because the inner balance of accountability and sociability have been thwarted in his young life, preventing the sense of peace and “rightness” in his world.
The time has come for parents to reign over their own lives with power and authority, modeling for the child how to do the same for himself. Gone will be the levels of social hierarchy, leveled the ladders of “success.” Firmly in place will be the compass points—directing the seeking observer to the true place of happiness and power—withIN.
When I moved to Ecuador, I became much like a brand new child. Although I had written this allegorical story many months before, never anticipating that I would share a similar experience, I found myself reflecting on this hypothetical man and his experiences in a foreign land.
Suddenly, I had very little idea of the culture I found myself in. I was unable to communicate effectively in the Spanish language. I did not have my bearings of where to find the things that I had needs and desires for. So very much of my new “world” was vastly different than the “world” I had come from. Although I was able to maintain peace in my heart and mind, there was a distinct sense of discomfort and of feeling alien.
Gratefully, the Villavicencia and Bonello families welcomed me with open hearts those first few days. Gratefully, a couple of them spoke some English. When Diego Bonello was with Krystal and me, we enjoyed a heightened sense of comfort. I knew that I could help him to understand my desires. He could show us how to navigate these foreign streets and market places to find the specific store and article needed.
In essence, I was very much like an infant. I needed Diego to take me to the places or show me how to use certain previously unknown things that were routine in this new “world” or how to find other things that I had grown accustomed to using, if possible.
However, as I acquired more and more experience with Diego, my comfort level increased and I became more and more confident in my own abilities to navigate to places that we had been before or that I had become aware of. Always, however, my sense of focus and concentration was sharp. I made certain that I went only a certain distance from my home base, careful to always know the way back. This was my “toddler” stage. Like a young crawling and then toddling child craves to explore and learn from his environment, gradually becoming more and more confident in his own ability to ambulate and to sense his direction back “to mommy,” I was learning similarly. In many ways, Diego was like my “mommy.”
Little-by-little I became more experienced, more confident. My exploits became farther and more advanced. I leaned less and less on Diego and others for guidance and support. I was “growing up” in this new land.
However… IF, like the young man in the story, I had NOT had Diego, Ricardo, or another to lean heavily upon as I got my initial bearings, learned the language and culture of this new land, but had instead been the one looked up to to give guidance to the others, that would have been a terrifying experience for me. I needed others, more experienced and wise than I to help guide ME! NOT the other way around.
Yet, without realizing it, many parents of today are parenting backwards. They are parenting similarly to the warm, compassionate, yet non-wise “natives” who greeted the young man in the allegorical story. Is it any wonder that many of today’s children are growing up with disdain for those in authority, for the laws and regulations of the land, his parents in particular, and especially… for himself? His first foundational experiences were acquired without a sense of trust in another, more experienced “wise” other. He was not able to build a sense of respect for himself because he realized that, somehow, he was letting the others down by not living up to their expectations of what he “should” be able to do and be to them. A quietly simmering shame for not being “Perfect” is stamped over every additional experience.
Yet, gradually, some are beginning to discover that, without their awareness, there is an entirely different world, superimposed over the world that they have been experiencing, an entirely new realm of existence taking place that, unaware of, he has been missing out on. This is what is taking place at this time. A few of us have awakened and become simultaneously alive within an alternate reality of such aliveness and wealth of purpose that we would never, ever choose to go back to our former awareness, that lived out by the vast majority of our current generation.
A whole new world, literally, is available. Right here! NOW! A world of delights and experiences and heightened sensations beyond that which can be conceived by those who live out the comparatively bland and colorless current version. And I, I am “sprinkling pixie dust!” I am inviting all who will to take a magic carpet ride with me into this new dimension this new world. I am writing, and enticing, and inviting all those I can to “WAKE UP!” and join with me in this new, heightened reality.
To “wake up” requires the deepest of humility. To come with me into this brilliant new reality requires that one explore and become mature within the unseen (to physical eyes) world of emotion. To do so requires, mandates, integrity, brutal honesty with one’s self, a willingness to realize that one’s eyesight, one’s understandings, even and especially about one’s self, have been inaccurate at best. In actuality, one’s former, unaware life was nothing but a harmful lie to One’s Real and Eternal Self… and all others.
Only the MEEK, those who have been tried and become PURIFIED in the furnace of affliction will be invited in and become inheritors of this new, paradisiacal earth. These are those who will have come off conquerors of the probationary experiences of the current earth. Though meek and mild (as lambs) they are powerful and bold emotionally, having climbed the “Stairway to Heaven” and maintained continual emotional control in all situations. Only these will be allowed entrance in while the others will cease to exist, becoming as a thing of naught.
Oh, how I would love to show YOU this world, to be your “Mommy” temporarily, as Diego was my mommy in Ecuador. Thus, I write. Thus, I dedicate my life to assisting all who will to come with me, leave behind the world that is soon to be annihilated and leave the comparatively robotic existence of the sensorial, temporal animalistic world and come with me into the world of ALIVENESS, Light, JOY… the prophesied “paradisiacal earth” that IS TO BE.
Revelation 21:1 “Then I saw ‘a new heaven and a new earth,’ for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.”
Isaiah 51:11 “So the redeemed of the LORD will return (WAKE UP) and enter Zion with singing, crowned with unending joy. Joy and gladness will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee.”
In my pursuit of Real Truth, I have given up everything. Crawling through the “eye of the needle,” I have learned the *mysteries* and am now giving my life to assist YOU to dis-cover Who *YOU* really are, along with your unique gift to offer humanity. As you learn to seek (in the right place and with purified intent), you WILL find treasures of lasting value, along with every promised reward. Together, we will establish a society of humane beings and live life ALIVE, on PURPOSE, and with a sociality unequaled… because we will each BE and view each other as equally and profoundly DIVINE! Please… catch this Hope and Vision and join with me.