He stares straight at me from a large ad on page two of the New York Times. He has the kind of face I would trust with infant kittens. And he is, oh so earnestly, asking me for my diamonds. He says, and I quote the words appearing next to his kind, open face, "I need your diamonds."
I am happy to report that the state of my spiritual health is such that I am immediately willing to donate my diamonds. I feel no clutching at the heart, this sudden parting with my diamonds. No thoughts about how much money he will give me in return--although there it is, in fine print, the assurance he will give me money in return. In fact, I am led to believe it will be quite a bit of money indeed.
Of course I don't expect a monster amount of money. Frankly, I don't need a monster amount of money these days. I'm not in an acquisitive state of mind. Although I can be. There certainly are times when nothing will do but a chalet buried in Sweden, or a pied a terre in Prague, or even a hole-in-the-wall in NYC or Tokyo.
But no. Right now my spiritual place is in good shape, and I look forward to going to bed tonight, knowing I will be floating on pure white clouds, blissfully headed straight for heaven or thereabouts.
But when I go to my stash of jewelry, I find no diamonds. I look and look, but no diamonds. I find amber and pearls, but apparently he doesn't need my amber and pearls. Thank god for that, too, because no amount of altruism could induce me to part with my strands of orange and opalescence.
I finally remember--I have no diamonds. This makes me sad because I was so ready to help him out.
Hopefully there will be those more flush than I in diamonds, who are ready and able to access their higher selves, ready and willing to send their rocks on in.
Because what are we all here for, but to help one another out.
A few rules in life
1. Selfless service
2. A clear conscience is the softess pillow.
3. Never run out of money, check book serenity.
4. Say Yes
5. No Fear
6. Love your neighbor
7. Patience with others
Posted by: david | August 22, 2007 at 03:56 PM