Hi All,
It was August 1968, 40 years ago this month, when i obtained my first copy of the ancient Chinese text known as Yi Ching, or the Book of Changes. I was introduced to it through my teacher, who one day put three coins in my hand saying, “Try this.”
The actual process of divination is simple enough, one formulates a question, performs a ritual that points to a specific passage in the text that purports not only to be relevant to the question but actually useful and helpful. I found this to be a rather startling proposition, because if this divination process is actually viable it meant that my worldview had to expand to incorporate it. It put me in a position similar to Alice, leaving the flatland of the Midwest, saying to her pet pooch, “Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore.” Lots of testing ensued. And after hundreds of divinations, something happened to me, my worldview actually shifted. There is a lot that could be said about the many adventures that continued to unfold. But today my use of the Oracle is pretty much a matter of daily practice; where each morning i ask a simple question, “What furthers for today?” Simply put furtherance is akin to optimum use.
Last Monday, the early morning answer to this ongoing question was the chapter in the book called Stagnation. This is an indicator of an out of sorts situation. Here's what happened. At 8 AM i was scheduled to be in the office of my dermatologist for a simple in office Mohs surgery procedure to remove a basal cell carcinoma from my face. Frankly i didn't think this was a big deal; i’d been through it before. But as part of the pre-surgery process it turned out that my heart rate was low; down as far as 35 beats per minute. In the dermatologist’s mind this was clear counter indication to any prospective surgery. So they shipped me off to the emergency room at the local hospital for a series of tests, EKG, blood pressure readings every quarter hour, bloodwork, and chest x-ray. All of which went rather well, and the results of which were within normal ranges. One other test was in order, a Holter 24 hour monitor that i was supposed to be attached to before leaving the emergency room. Alas, i waited and waited, no monitor technician showed up. Finally, i suggested to the staff that unless this matter was attended to in the next 20 minutes; i was to going to leave the hospital. (Actually all i wanted was a mutually agreed time convenient to both of us.) Rather than face that prospect, they decided to wheel me from the emergency room to the place in the hospital where the monitor could be installed.
Finally, this was accomplished, and i was ready for discharge, but i was stuck there without transportation, because my vehicle was back at the dermatologist office, because they were reluctant to allow somebody with such a low heart rate to drive. The obvious answer was to call a taxicab; but the hospital gal assigned to do this task found it -in that moment- beyond the level of her competence. So i left her, muttering to myself, and headed for the exit. I was stopped by some kind soul who asked about my situation, and she took it upon herself to complete this task. Then i was told that a cab would arrive by a time certain. Alas the stagnation continued. Again, i felt compelled to action, and informed the kind soul that if the cab did not arrive 15 minutes after the time certain, that i would undertake to walk to the dermatologist's office, some four and a half miles away, and retrieve my vehicle. This took about two hours and i was more than a bit tired by the effort.
The next day’s divination was quite clear, if i could just hold off, and not insists that i was in the right and provoke some conflict, that it was possible for Grace to descend. Typically i alternate days between cycling and walking, and as yesterday was involved in a hike beyond my usual, it seemed appropriate to cycle, in part because i wanted the Holter heart rate monitor to record what my heart does when it's stressed. So i cast about for a destination. 10 miles from home is a restaurant that serves one of my favorite breakfasts, Swedish pancakes served with lingonberry sauce. Conveniently, this restaurant is in the general area of the hospital, a reassuring proposition, just on the off chance that there was something seriously wrong with my heart.
The pancakes were yummy as usual, and my attention turned to the return trip. From my bike bag i fished out a bus schedule. It showed that i had about half an hour to get to a depot where a bus would be available to take both my bicycle and me part of the way home, reducing a 20 mile round trip to a mere 14. This was something i’d wanted to try ever since obtaining my senior citizen bus pass, an ID card that allows me to ride without charge.
The bus with my bike on a front mounted rack zipped along to a destination near home arriving exactly 24 hours after the heart rate monitor had been initiated the previous day. I was very polite to the bus driver, admiring her skill aloud, but not letting on that from my point of view she was an agent of Grace.
Warmly,
Charles
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