Why Are You Here?
When a thousand naked lads appeared before Dreamer atop the Kasbah, it was such an awkward moment his annoyance exploded into a question that can, arguably, be better expressed as, "Why are you here?"
What was so urgent that it compelled this wild throng of veritable energy to interupt one of life's most critical dream?
These lads knew exactly what they wanted of Dreamer, where, why, and when too, and that 'when' was 'now' - an urgency imposed by the 'ticking clcok' and by a weighted probability Dreamer would not survive the dream's journey to complete this vital mission.
And, how very convenient, as these eager lads positioned it, if Dreamer would offer to facilitate them, they in turn would complete his mission and be a mighty witness of his courage, commitment and sheer brilliance. As the tea-lover's husband would put it, "Hand wash hand makes hand come clean." Besides, these lads had a greater press for their peculiar demand: what Dreamer has and they want their fathers afforded to Dreamer in trust.
True, but come clean is precisely what Dreamer wanted of these lads. So, he took them to task. He gave them a test. It is a test destined to ferret from the lot which of them were fakes, fluzies, or frauds, then to penetrate their facetious threat to the soul of his vital question: why the heck are you really here?
WHY ARE YOU HERE?
Artfully - through the wonder of excellent storytelling - readers and listeners are drawn into this dramatic scene. The question quickly becomes personal. We become active particpants in a spectacular unfolding, rather than being left the way we entered in, as mere spectators to a mighty revelation. (It is one of the trademarks of this author's storytelling style to turn readers and listeners into participating characters of the unfolding drama or mystery.)
We hear the Master Teacher saying, "There's an aweful lot of yap-yap about purpose." We recognize that yap-yap and feel the pull - a compulsion - to address the question, because it has become eerily personal: why am I here?
Our journey through this dream is enlightening. Pop! Pop! Pop goes the weavel here, there, and everywhere. There is joy and there is discomfort. Every attempt to hide from the question exposes escapees to more light. One cannot hide. This is now no longer only about these lads - the few that survive. In these bright lights we confront the fakes, fluzies and frauds masquerading as the authentic self - our self! Ooops. And the battle begins. It is extraordinary.
Through it all aspiration and mission come into focus. The meaning of purpose is clarified. Then comes the surprise.
|"If a man does not know to what port he is sailing, no wind is favorable." Socrates