It was the early part of the afternoon...day one of a two day event. I had from time to time during the day said into the room of twenty-five people, “Listen with your mind.”
“The mind is a terrible thing to waste. Every thought filters through this mystery. Every emotion elicits a response from this elusive phenomenon. Without this argued about, diversely explained ambiguity of the mind, we human beings would not be able to comprehend the world around us in any way whatsoever. And yet, in all the explanations, descriptions, and debates regarding the mind, we still only have a small amount of this exquisite instrument available to us.”
I stood in front of two large windows that created a corner visual of tall trees and blue sky behind me. I was at two of my closest friends’ home delivering what was called a workshop but in truth it was a mystical event disguised in the more accepted nomenclature of these times. A large white stylish piece of furniture held the TV, CD and DVD player on my right. Above the elegant entertainment unit was a picture of a man meditating on the grids of our earth. The picture was print of a painting by Alex Grey, an artist who has an incredibly visual capacity to draw and paint realistic designs of a human being both earthly and divine. On my left was my flip chart. A large gas glow fireplace was to the left of the flip chart. Above the fireplace, I had placed two other prints by Alex Grey. These portraits of human beings represented two dynamics that of we human beings are made of… matter… and energy.
“Listen with your mind,” I had said at the beginning of the day, when I had introduced these two prints. “When I say we are a Self, I am speaking of this metapoint that you see in these two prints. We are the primal matter of earth and cosmic energy of the universe. We once existed consciously as a unifying point…a metapoint. We were once actively aware of ourselves this way. We could move as matter and energy, spirit and divine, cosmic and primal. We knew ourselves as this alchemical and biochemical nature connected to all of creation. Today we are referring to that when we say, ‘I just want to know my Self’. In the work of METApoints, we call this a MetaSelf…a Self that can wash dishes in one moment and commune with the divine in the next and be present to everything else we as a human being were originally designed to experience and participate with in between. This is what we are.”
Most of the men and women in the room had never worked with me before. There were several therapists there, a highly competent office manager who run single handedly a large firm, a skilled computer software specialist, an extraordinary gardener, and a ‘what women provide the world’ advocate…a diverse gathering. There were also people who had their own work that they wanted to bring into the world and were quite skilled in what they provided. The one thing we all had in common was we wanted what we truly were designed to be back. Something had gone missing and we wanted it back with all the natural skills and capacities that existed in the true nature of what we were. As one of the participants said, “Life shouldn’t be this hard!”
Now, once again, exercising the incredible mind of creation that resided in every cell of every human being in the room, I said, “Listen with your mind.”
“We were born with natural systems that, when working properly, open us up into capabilities and skills for living and creating that we feel we have, but somehow no longer seem to have sufficient access to. Something happened to the species of human being an extremely long time ago and we have been trying to recover ourselves ever since.”
A young pretty woman, who happily worked as a commercial real estate agent, not able to find a way to express her passion in the world, teared up in front of me, one tear escaping moving slowing down her cheek.
Quietly shaking, touched by some truth that has risen to the surface, she whispered, “You mean something happened to me? Do you mean what happened is not my fault?”
“Yes,” I softly answer into the still hushed room.
