Today was a very, very ‘bad’ day. The frictions between yourself and the recently hired so-called ‘superior’, who is obviously superior only in stupidity and only in the sense of their own superiority, finally led to being fired for not being a ‘team player’ and the usual suspect reasons, when, before the hiring of the new management, you were considered an excellent part of the team. Now, you’ve been moved off. Then, of course, there was the terrible argument with your partner and the terrible headache throbbing in your head as you walk along a sidewalk in whatever city it is you are in, because this city is a terrible place and always was.

You move along the street and avoid the eyes of the passing people. Look at them all, so bright and cheerful. They must be in denial. Of something. They must be in denial of something. They must all be upper management to have such vapid and self-satisfied looks on their stupid faces. Along you go, ambling forward with no particular place to go and no particular purpose in mind, the sun dappling through the trees on a fine spring day, the faces of the flowers turned up to greet yours. None of this matters. The only thing on your throbbing mind is the repulsive face of what's-its-name back at the office and the ridiculous fight with you-know-who back home.

Suddenly you hear your name called, and you look up, because by now you can’t bear to look at any more of the irksome and obviously in-denial passing pedestrians, and you find before you a familiar face, the face of an old friend you haven’t seen in years. These things happen, don’t they? People get married, people move away, people start families, and contact between two friends is slowly lost, but here they are again, right before your eyes. Now this is a fine surprise, and you find yourself smiling at the memories of past days and all of the fine times the two of you enjoyed together. In the course of the conversation you learn they are senior manager at a thriving business, and as luck would have it they need someone in a recently created position that mirrors perfectly your skill set, and at double the wage you formerly received. After a bit more talk, the friend intimates that, were you to come in and interview, while it is not guaranteed, it is highly likely you would be perfect for the position and would more likely than not be awarded the job. It isn't what you know, as the saying goes. You say your goodbyes, smiles all around, and you continue along your walk.

The phone rings and guess who it is – your partner – and they feel terrible over the fight, and the two of you begin to coo and dove into the phone, make plans for the evening and even plans for later on when the evening plans retire and the time for more interesting things arise, and you say your love-yous and hang up. What a beautiful day, you think to yourself, as you begin to smile and greet the passersby. What a lovely way the sunlight dapples the sidewalk, what pretty flowers someone has planted along this stretch. What a great city this is.

The city has not changed. The passersby have not changed. The sunlight, the day, and the flowers have not changed. We are not in the world. The world is inside us. Physically, we are in the world, but experientially, the entire universe is inside us, in our perceptions of the world and our place in it. One universe lies outside our minds, and an entire separate universe lies inside our minds that changes every day depending upon our perceptions of it. The world is not getting better, and the world is not getting worse. The world just is. People are not stupid, and people are not intelligent. People just are. The war over there is not a tragedy, and the war over there is not an accomplishment. The war over there just is. When the perceptions of the mind are expanded, and the perceptions of all minds are compassed, then Overmind is used in perceiving reality, and, in Overmind reality, there is nothing good and nothing bad. There just is what is.

One person is considered to be a striking example of leadership by one person, and a fool by another. A woman considered beautiful by one man is thought to be rather plain by another. An industrial rust belt area is seen as a blight upon the landscape by one set of eyes and hauntingly beautiful by another, who photographs them in beautiful ways in proof of it. Overmind sees all of it, and does not make a judgment over any of it. It just is. The day is just what the day is, and when this is-ness is allowed to simply be, then everything in Overmind is perfected into perfection, neither one nor the other, neither good nor bad, neither better nor worse, neither beautiful nor ugly, just, is.

When everything just is, perception is made accurate, judgments, biases, and investments in being right are suspended, and reactivity and reaction to what should be or could be or if only are neutralized. This is when the outer universe and the inner one at last correlate with one another. This is the beginning of wisdom. Of course, even this is just a perception. Even this just is. Reality is only what we make it to be. Well, maybe, anyway.

True is the author of ‘A Personal Aristocracy’, published by North Atlantic Books and distributed by Random House

“The Book of the Courtier meets Eckhart Tolle in this unique fusion of deportment and spirituality that urges readers to walk the talk and live their highest ideals. Taking Renaissance values and philosophy as its starting point, A Personal Aristocracy crisscrosses traditional terrain left untouched by most New Age and liberal writers. But unlike those who use Western civilization and aristocratic values to advance a backward-looking agenda, author True Blue Indigo—an off-the-grid roamer with an iPhone, Indian-Hippie with a love of Italian Renaissance ideals, and itinerant scribe—has an expansive purpose in mind: to offer a tonic for the pervasive rudeness and self-absorption of modern culture.”

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