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Jul. 3rd, 2001 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iamomCorresponded recently with a close friend and previous boss, G, regarding a recent lunch get-together we had with another old friend and previous boss (P) who was back home from The Big City for a visit with us and several others. He (P), she (G), and I used to have these intense philosophical and spiritual discussions before he moved away, and I could tell that she was hoping that the conversation would swing in that direction when we got together for lunch that day.
So G wrote to me about that lunch the other day; kind of debriefing me, I guess, on her thoughts and reactions. She recalled a dream that P had told us about during that lunch about meeting Nelson Mandela, one of the people who he would think is Doing Great And Important Things. He remembered being quite reverent in the dream, bowing to Mr. Mandela and humbly offering his greatest respect and best wishes upon meeting him in person. Mandela acknowledged his graces only by complaining about the driver who had brought him there, and then bitching and gossiping about one of his staff members. Our friend, in his dream, was shocked and dismayed to discover that every word from Nelson Mandela's mouth wasn't some sort of historic proclamation or stirring speech. In commenting on this and the nature of our lunch conversation in general, G offered this:
So G wrote to me about that lunch the other day; kind of debriefing me, I guess, on her thoughts and reactions. She recalled a dream that P had told us about during that lunch about meeting Nelson Mandela, one of the people who he would think is Doing Great And Important Things. He remembered being quite reverent in the dream, bowing to Mr. Mandela and humbly offering his greatest respect and best wishes upon meeting him in person. Mandela acknowledged his graces only by complaining about the driver who had brought him there, and then bitching and gossiping about one of his staff members. Our friend, in his dream, was shocked and dismayed to discover that every word from Nelson Mandela's mouth wasn't some sort of historic proclamation or stirring speech. In commenting on this and the nature of our lunch conversation in general, G offered this:
G: It's funny, you know, I've been thinking about his Dream, not the wet one, the other one about, meeting Mr. XXX (Alzheimer's is bad today, I mean The African dude that was in prison) for the first time and all he did was gossip. That's really what we do when we get together, it is a big waste of time. Instead of
catching up with what's happening with us we spent more time talking, rehashing old news. Funny. You and I aren't so bad you know, when you were out to my place we actually did just a little of that, but add David to the mix and he's like an old lady. (I can hear you're thoughts here, be polite)
Me: Mr. XXX was Nelson Mandela. And that dream struck me in a similarly humourous way as it did with you. P seems to have taken one last little side-path in this jaunt to The Big City, seemingly leaving aside his higher spiritual goals for the time being while he experiences a bit of the high life.
You just know he's loving every minute of it out there though, eh? At least insofar as his dream of being an important corporate executive is being played out. I would expect him to garner further insight into his situation when he ponders more deeply the conclusion he described coming to with his childhood friend about their careers and positions in life at this time: They've both actually significantly exceeded their initial expectations of themselves by this stage of their lives, and it's beginning to dawn on them that those career and life goals in and of themselves aren't as profoundly fulfilling as they once may have thought they would be.
What's dawning on me is that there are no goals or seeking of any description that are fulfilling in any meaningful way. There is nothing to be fulfilled, really - we're all just living here, from one moment to the next, enacting our true nature here on this plane. Nature. Nothing other than nature are we; what else could we Be? How could we possibly strive for something, anything, beyond the scope of our own innate nature as it exists at this moment? Peace, peace, peace. Living in the nature of this moment, this moment, we are living the highest possible human ideal in every wakeful moment.
