Last week I was at a conference about the 3 Principles of human experience. It was well attended by fellow coaches, psychologists, religious leaders, academics and people who are interested in general about the evolution of human consciousness. It was a wonderful 3 days — enlightening, re-assuring still-ing, and inspiring. Profound.
At such events I am focused and aim to get as much juice as possible from the experience, targeting the experts in the breaks to get my specific questions answered, making connections that might further my aims and making sure I get my learning agenda and objectives met (whatever they might be).
Day 1 & 2 of this conference were no different, I was having a great time and was happy that against my imaginary checklist, I was doing well. On day 3, I had decided it would be a good idea to arrange to meet with a speaker there — Janet who had talked about her work in prisons. She had told an inspiring story about a woman called Rebecca who in one of her prison group sessions had initially been extremely resistant and angry and had expressed her frustration aggressively to Janet and that ‘these ideas might work for some people but she couldn’t possibly know about her or her past’. Janet had found a powerful way to connect with Rebecca and I was keen to learn more about it.
So I found Janet in a break and as we were chatting, one of Janet’s colleagues also joined in – she was round, extrovert and chatty, gold chains and tatts, brummy accented and grammatically flexible. Direct, human, funny and real, she told about how liberated she feels now and what a difference having these concepts have made to how she now lives her life.
I’ll be honest, I was wondering for a moment if there was an ‘expert’ I might still need to see and should I cut this short, and then something compelled me to stay. It might have been the light in her eyes, her intent-ness to connect with me or my desire to hang around to check in further with Janet, but then she started sharing about her life. Abducted and abused as a child, sent to boarding school, expelled from school, criminal record, father dying in prison, this was Rebecca.
She glowed with spirit, life and love and a kind of vibrant peace. Rebecca and my paths crossed a few times throughout the day – something propelling us together. She came up to me to see if I was ok when I was on my own at lunch (I was, although I was kind of waiting for something to happen) and then at the end of the conference insisted on making sure I found someone to share a taxi saying ‘it was silly for me to go on my own with so many people around, someone must be going my way’. (I felt a bit embarrassed to ask people myself — so she did it for me although we had no luck).
Affected by her influence I decided to ask the first person outside the conference centre if they were going my way. As serendipity would have it, an intense, contained, well muscled, tough-looking guy said yes he could be and actually changed his destination to suit mine. This turned out to be Dave the security guard who worked in the halls of Westminster. Dave who in his quiet time (apparently there’s quite a bit of that in security) studies philosophy, quantum physics and Ken Wilbur. Dave who I had to work hard to keep up with intellectually when he started to talk about the evolution of human consciousness.
I was humbled by how truly amazing and extra-ordinary people are when I bother to set aside assumptions, connect and listen. I was also struck by how the intelligence behind the flow of life always takes you just where you need to go when you can listen to the soft whisper of that wisdom. Also, how at times my single-minded focus sounds so loud in my head I don’t really hear anything else — it’s a familiar path and perfectly ok too, although I wonder what could it be like to pay more attention to the whispers and less to the loud beat of my driven drum. What discoveries I might make, what love might I find?
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