The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [8]
“I know,” Wil said in a mock accusatory tone.
“Are you saying,” I asked, “that I should have taken the time to talk with that skeptic, even though that’s not what I wanted to do?”
“No, I’m suggesting that you should have been open and truthful with him, maybe asking him to wait a minute while you talked to the people at the table. He was needling you, but you didn’t lose your flow because of him. You lost it because you didn’t find a way to honestly communicate who you were and what you were doing.”
“I don’t think he was interested in hearing anything from me.”
“You’re missing the point. I’m not telling you to defend yourself or to convince him of anything. You just have to give him the truth of the situation as you see it, with the main purpose being to keep yourself centered in the flow. If he’d walked away or thought you were rude, so be it, but you would have held your flow.”
Again he paused dramatically, then said, “And by handling it that way, you would have also stayed open to whether he had some information for you! You know from the old Prophecy in Peru that you must treat his perceived interruption not as a threat but as a potential Synchronicity itself—in the long run, perhaps being of equal importance to what you were learning from the woman.”
The reminder both jolted and invigorated me at the same time. If I was getting all this right, then telling the truth of one’s situation, whatever it happened to be, kept the flow going—and primarily because it kept one centered in the clarity of one’s own deeper life experience. Again, I had to question whether it could be this simple.
When I voiced the question to Wil, he chuckled and said, “It’s as simple and as hard as that. And if you want to follow through with finding the Integrations, you have to start by concentrating on telling the absolute truth, to yourself and others, about what is happening to you—no matter how esoteric it gets.”
As I continued to think, Wil started the car and pulled onto the freeway again. After a short distance, he moved into the left lane to avoid a car parked on the right shoulder. Inside was the silhouette of a lone driver. Light flickered across his face.
“That’s him!” I stammered, not quite believing it. “The skeptic at the Pub. That’s him.”
Wil looked back. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
As we watched, the man pulled onto the freeway and took the first exit he came to. Wil glanced questioningly at me.
“What?” I asked.
“You look like you’re more in the flow now. Perhaps you’re being given another chance.”
“You mean to talk with him?”
“Well,” Wil said, looking at the dash, “you wanted to know where the woman you saw was going. And you said he was talking to her in the parking lot. We need gas, so we could go back and find him.”
I looked at Wil and nodded, not exactly liking it. “Okay, I’m in. But I’m not sure I’ll know what to say to this guy.”
“Just tell him the truth,” Wil said, “that you believe meaningful coincidences are real, and occur for a reason … and this is the second time you’ve crossed paths with him.”
CONSCIOUS CONVERSATION
We turned around and took the same exit and pulled up to a huge, well-lit truck stop. A dozen trucks were lined up behind a main building that housed a restaurant, showers, and store. Only a few cars were at the gasoline pumps. The skeptic’s brown rental was one of them.
“Remember,” Wil offered, “carry the attitude of expecting Synchronicity all the way into the conversation. I like the movie analogy. Synchronistic Flow feels as though you are slowing down and increasing your feeling that you are the center, or star, of your own unfolding movie. Keep this centered clarity and you’ll know what to say.”
Wil smiled and pulled the Cruiser up to a pump directly across from the skeptic, then made one more comment.
“The Document says,” he added, “that if you commit to holding your truth, it includes all the ideas that come up intuitively to say to him, even if you’ve never thought of the ideas before.”
I nodded and got out