"This is it. There are no hidden meanings. All that
mystical
stuff is just what's so. A master is someone who found out."
...
I am indebted to
Laurel Scheaf
who inspired this conversation, and to Paige Rose PhD who contributed
material.
Of all the
people I know,
of all the people I
gravitate toward,
am drawn to and want to
be around,
she's one of the few I can relate to as someone with no BS. When I
deploy "no BS" as a euphemism, it's to include all of being
straight,
being direct, being authentic, being real, not having it all be about
moi
etc. It's our BS (often inadvertently) that gets in our way of being
fully
"there"
/ of being fully
present.
It's our BS that
hijacksour conversations
to use them as a kind of distracted hideout (we'll do
anything to avoid being
straight
/ to avoid being real). If we tell the truth about it, that's most if
not all the time. With that as the norm, it's almost unusual (to the
degree that when
I'm around her,
I may not recognize it at first) to
be around someone
who has no BS at all.
And she doesn't make a "thing" of it. I might have even said "She was
born that way" but there's so much already meaning in that
particular
observation
which detracts from the simplicity I'm pointing at. She's not trying to
push a certain lifestyle or a way of being or a philosophy or a
religion or even her own accomplishments. She just lives her life ...
as her life ... with no BS. She's got that being human is enough
(there's nothing else to
get).
She's already
"IT".
Once I catch up with it ie once I realize what she's doing, once I get
the obviousness of it, I'm blown away. I'm grateful for
the
demonstration.
I'm in love. But it's not like a romantic love. It's rather like
an astonished, new found love when what I suddenly get
present
to, is one ordinary human being exercising their extraordinary power /
sublime ability to call forth others' realness by doing nothing more
than being real themselves. It's called
"coaching by osmosis".
I love that. It's the love I always want to be in. It's the love I
always want to be
around.
Indeed it's the only kind of love which for me is worth anything at
all. It has a quality that stands out for me more than anything else
that people may do. And look: the truth is I'm not as impressed with
what people do (is what we do such a big deal really when we're all
just doing-machines anyway?) as much as I'm impressed with what
people are. When who we are, brings forth and
expresses what we are, then I'm more than just impressed:
then I'm
moved
- sometimes it's to tears (what we are is what
moves me to tears).
I resolved to ask her about it. I had to ask. I couldn't help myself. I
just wanted to know. At first I held back. Would she even know what I
was getting at? Would she understand
my question?
As it turned out, there was no cause for concern. She knew exactly what
I was getting at. She didn't land on being the way she be's, by
accident. She had always lived her life as an authentic inquiry, and
then ... one day ... she just ... found out. That's all. In
retrospect, no one could have landed on being the way she be's, by
accident. And once people land on being the way she be's,
they discover
there's nothing else that's more attractive, or more compelling or
alluring,
no other game to play,
no other way to live. "It sounds to me like you're home" I said,
deploying a common English idiom. She smiled a smile which acknowledged
what I said was accurate not a compliment. "Now that you're home" I
asked "what are your plans?".
She said she had none. She said she gets up in the morning and does the
kind of things people do when they get up in the morning. It's what's
there to do (arguably it's all there is to do). She said
most of her day is given to being
in conversation
with people who want to be
in conversation
with her. It figures.
