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The Conceptual Pattern in Life and Action

Ask and thou shall be given

“From the standpoint of eternity, does it matter?”

I asked myself, as I parked the car on a side road,     having just hit the central reservation due to a very slippery road. The front wheel on my side, the driver’s side, was a mess. I attempted to change the wheel – it had stopped snowing – but realised I was incapable of functioning. I sat in the car, with the motor running to get some heat, observing the energy coursing through my body, high on adrenaline while putting my fingers together touching the conception points. The trajectory was familiar, mostly coming from the base of the spine, going up until it reached the level of the diaphragm or slightly above and then producing a painful cramp.

“From the standpoint of the light that I am, does it matter?”  There was some sort of atomic explosion in the body and the observation at many steps removed of the spreading of energy, a lovequake. No time, no space, no matter and yet the body was warm, occupying a space, having duration in time. It was so. These were the facts, and the being of love and light engulfing, drowning me as the Tsunami receded. 

It was warm in the car. I had been there only twenty minutes, I realised. Notice the facts, I said to myself, acknowledge their presence, and let them be – detachment.  The being of the facts took over. 

“I need some help, please help,” I prayed to that undifferentiated light, to that objective love that was just there, without any purpose, an echo of my Self reverberating throughout the chambers of my being.

“I belong to the Automobile Association,” I thought, “they should be able to help”. But as I do not own a mobile telephone, I had to get some external help. I tried to stop some cars, to no avail. A young man came by, yes he could help, he called the free telephone number. I was told they could not help as it was a road accident, I should ring my insurer. We had got into the car because of the cold. I did not have the    insurer’s details. I rang the AA again – yes, they could help but on a private basis at an enormous cost. I mentioned this to the young man as my credit card details were processed. He was indignant at the cost.  “Look”, he said, “you are not in a      position to function. Take a taxi and go home.

 Come tomorrow to retrieve your car.” He got my permission to cancel the transaction and insisted on accompanying me to a road junction, half a kilometre away.  “You need some water,” he said, on the way, and started looking to see if there were lights on, on the ground floor of any house. We spotted one lighted window. “I’ll leave you here – God bless!” He shook my hand and he was gone. I did not even have the presence of mind to ask for his name.

I knocked on the window. A man lifted the curtain. “I need some water,” I said, mimicking the action of drinking. He came out from a side entrance and on hearing my predicament invited me in. His wife handed me a tissue with some drops of peppermint essence, which clarified my thoughts. I asked that a mini cab be ordered. But he seemed reluctant to do so as he plied me with more water. “I will warm my car and take you home” – “But it is on the other side of town, about 12 kilometres away!”  In no way would he be dissuaded.

He told me while driving that I was in luck. Instead of    going to the pub (it was Saturday evening and he was about 28 years of age,) which he and his wife found too noisy, it was their habit to select a good bottle of wine to share over the evening. But they had not done so this evening, so he could drive. On arrival, he insisted on coming in to write down the names of the streets, at the intersection of which my car was parked.  At first he refused the bottle of wine I chose for him, but finally accepted when I mentioned “from one wine lover to another”.  The car was retrieved the next day.

It is the being that does the deed, if we let it be, if we step out of the way.  We strive for unity, we work hard at finding the right partner, the right work, the right situation, the perfect posture. Who seeks?

Gaston Saint-Pierre