My brother had a friend. Well, okay he had more than one friend, but this one…wow. This one was tall dark and handsome, with movie star looks and smouldering eyes to boot. In short he was totally cute. They were in training together in the Royal Air Force so I didn’t see a lot of him, until the ‘long weekend’.
Oh heaven had smiled on me and all was right with the world. Iain was bringing him to spend the weekend. Barry, even his name made my heart leap, or it could be something I ate I suppose, but I think I’ll lean towards the more romantic concept.
Finally Saturday arrived, as did they.
What shall I do, what shall I say, how shall I act? You can tell, I knew nothing, but that was about to change in a hurry.
All went well, partly because I was too shy to engage in any conversation at all, and partly because Barry wasn’t even slightly interested in Iain’s little sister. Even though I thought I was pretty cute!
So I listened…unbelievable as it sounds, it’s true…I didn’t become a big talker until much later in life.
Barry was a master at sweeping statements…you know the kind that begin with ‘everyone always’ or ‘everyone knows’, or ‘everyone believes’. Hmm. That wasn’t quite so attractive. He started to pontificate about the middle east, the far east and I’m sure he included the north and south and west of everywhere. I thought, wow he’s travelled as much as we have. Turns out, not so much. He hadn’t been there at all. In fact he’d never left the country, but to hear him talk he’d been everywhere. There was nothing he didn’t know about. Nothing he hadn’t done. Nothing.
Barry didn’t ever mention that he’d read it somewhere, or heard from someone, it was all spoken as a first person experience, although it wasn’t. He didn’t even say ‘this is what I think’, or ‘I believe,’ everything was as he said. Should anyone have an opinion that differed from his either they were wrong, or he’d redirect the conversation. Actually, it was less a conversation and more a monologue, because once he got going there was no stopping him.
Barry was a bore. He had no interest in conversation, he just needed to speak. He wasn’t quite so dashing after all.
I later told my mum I thought he was an egotistic jerk who just needed to be right and hear himself talk and she pointed out to me, in her oh so gentle way, that if I persisted in that image of Barry, I’d be keeping him and me in that prison of consciousness.
I learned, mostly from what my mum told me:
The secret of all creation lies in our consciousness.
Barry, really didn’t have a high opinion of himself, in fact he was probably more critical of himself than I was. He didn’t love himself.
What? He’s absolutely in love with the sound of his voice, I protested about here.
Love really is the only true power, and any power we have, is directly in proportion to our love.
Don’t condemn others, awaken them, by seeing them as they would wish to be.
But you can’t awaken anyone until you awaken yourself. As you raise your own consciousness, you raise everyone with you.
Okay, okay, I admit I didn’t really get all of this at the time…but I did learn it eventually.
Oh and I had to learn this more than once in my life.
The inner tongue of thought resembles the physical one. If someone annoys you, turn aside and keep the tongue of your mind away from any sore spots of dislike or upset, for our little inner conversations are producing our future.
Sigh…there were so many things to learn and to practice.
Encourage one another.
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