Recapping AWE part I

IAM was on stage, “By the time we complete we will have spent Forty hours together in the Processing of The Ancient Wisdom Experience. It is the equivalent of an American workweek, and work it has been. Work each and everyone of you participated in and shared. Work that is the basis for the enlightened of the ages. It is the great work, the Magnus Opus of seeking and finding many of the answer to WHO YOU ARE. We started Thursday evening, what can you remember?"

“We started with introductions and rules. Oh yea, we met the trainers and their team. We learned the hand signals, about the Hoover in the sky and offering up our judgments. We learned the other neophytes names, and the start of some biggies, like telling the truth, asking for what you want, and that everyone likes sex.” Those were Joseph’s remembrances, and he got a laugh and sat down with a big smile on his face.
IAM called on Ruth.

“There was so much, but I remember the compassion in IAM’ voice. I could how he and MA cared and the assistants supporting us. Everyone supporting me as I spoke. I had never felt that before. Thank you.”
The energy of the room had moved from Joseph’s humor to a warm tear in Ruth’s’ and many of the neophytes eyes.
Chucks’ hand had been in the air since back from break and he seemed to bounce up when IAM called on him.



“Thursday night is when my life began. I don’t know who it was that wrote the check, but I am grateful to them, but none of that life was me. I want to produce AWE. To enroll everyone is waking up. I finally found something that is real, and I have passion for. Bless you, and bless everyone in the room.”



“One of the rules had to do with how life works when you keep your agreement,: said Brenda looking very fresh. “And that is one of my goals. I am only saying yes when I mean it. And I mean it!”



Jules shared that she was still OK about having a lot of sex, but “Honest sex. Fun sex, not manipulation. Telling the truth faster makes life so much easier. I love you all.”
Alan explained the difference between story and experience, “This was and still is an experience. What I tell my friends, without gossiping or naming names will be a story. A very entertaining story and then I’ll give them Chucks phone number to enroll.”
There were whoops of delight, with IAM and MA whispering something to each other.



“What do we remember about Friday night?” Said IAM.
Evelyn stood, “That was when I got in trouble for having a drink. It was, interesting, to have people care about your agreements. Its true, keeping your agreements does make your life. I’m having my sherry tonight.”



“This was the night of the skit, at the Universal Diner. It’s important to order what you want. Be specific or you might not get it.” Said Michael.
We started doing dyads. Working with a partner on the questsion. What do you want? What do you expect? What are you resisting? And what are you experiencing.” Said Art. “These are the questions that keep you present, in the here and now. Questions that lead to success. I loved working with a partner, they know so much more than I do.”



“MA told a story about whacking the pond. About how we will stay in our own pressure pot until we eventually fry ourselves and how we all need a shock to break that pattern and get out of our own soup.”
“Well put Chuck,’ said MA. “I think you’ll make a great producer of AWE.”
“It was Saturday morning that some of you shared your dreams. How questions and insights from Friday rattled your sleep and we aall began to break down our patterns. What happened Saturday?” Ma sat back as hands shot up.
“Saturday was like life, we had dating game, or as I called it self-rejection second best will do.” Said Ruth. “I also got off my sex stuff, or least started the process.”
“We went on an elevator ride after the Greek Sages helped us find the scrolls of our life. They were so funny, and it was such a meaningful skit. We all got amazing insight into our processes, and got great fodder for Sunday.”

“I loved when the angels arrived for sensations. I was awe-struck by the love. There I said it,” said Karla with new found enthusiasm.

Theresa spoke next, “I worked with Art. He is one person I( would have avoided. He’s pink, English looking like my dad, who I thought didn’t know shit. But Art and all you guys have presence, you hung in there when I was ready to quit, ot like Ruth said, take second best.
The exercise about what do you want me to experience in your presence was magical.” She concluded.
“What do you want me to experience in your presence Theresa?” Asked IAM.“Unconditional love. I want you to love your self."

Life Works Whe you Keep your Agreements

Art was in his seat ready to work as AWE began Friday night.

For some of the neophytes, being late was the first lesson to process. The door closed at seven o’clock. A large assistant stood guard at the door and asked the stragglers, “Did you make an agreement to be on time?”

"The traffic was bad.”
“My husband was late getting the kids.”
“Your clock is fast.”
“Hey, I’m late. Let me in.”

The guard kept asking the same question until the neophyte’s excuses stopped and answered, “Yes.”

Then he asked, “Who’s responsible for keeping your agreements?”

“I didn’t hear the bell.”
“Stop being weird.”
The guard continued until the participant said, “I am.”
“Are you willing to make a new agreement?”

For some people this was half their transformational experience. Showing up on time might allow their lives to work.

“Yes.” Each one relented and the guard let that person in the room.

The guard repeated the same question. This process was the dreaded “door” confrontations.
While the door confrontations continued, IAM and MA entered from the back in a flourish. IAM wore a blue blazer and open collared disco shirt. MA wore a turquoise silk dress. They beamed with excitement as they surveyed the room.

MA spoke first. “We have some people who are late. They are learning we have a procedure for broken agreements. Did anyone else break an agreement?”

There was silence.

“Did anyone smoke a joint or have a drink?”

Two people stood.

The elderly Jewish lady, Evelyn, blurted, “I always have a glass of sherry before going to bed. Been doing it for forty years. Helps me sleep. My husband, God rest his soul, started me on that the first year we were married. Now I am a widow. Been a widow for ten years. Harold was a dentist.”

There was laughter.

“Did you make an agreement to abstain from drinking until the experience was over?” MA said.
"Oh, yeah. I didn’t think it mattered. I’m so sorry. It’s not like I’m a drunk.”
“Evelyn, do you want to make a new agreement?”
"Yes. I can do that.”
“Let’s see what happens. You may have a new experience of Evelyn.” IAM said.
Others stood. A chiropractor took an aspirin for neck inflammation.

Michael took one hit on his bong.

Mary Ann, excited about the experience, told her roommate about a sharing and broke the confidentiality agreement.

The late people had to join those standing as MA asked them all to make new agreements. “We have time for sharing. What did you learn yesterday? Any insights or dreams?” IAM said.
The energy in the room changed.

The heaviness of broken agreements was replaced with the excitement of realizations.

The group remembered they were there to heal and transform their lives.

They remembered they were going to travel back to the ancient wise ones and gather tools to uncover their truths.

One person had a dream of opening a closet and finding a twin.

A haggard looking woman with three children said, “ At breakfast my teenage son said he loved me.”

The analytical ones restated that agreements make life work, the hand signals, the bedtime story, the introductions, the fish bowl story of how everyone is connected.

Karla stood. “This is shit.

"Not horseshit or good-for-you-bullshit, but you-can-kiss-my-ass-with-your-fantasy-of-love shit.” Karla, prim in creased jeans and glasses had said during introductions that her therapist made her attend. She didn’t look at anyone and stomped her foot. She took a fighting stance. She spoke soft and fast while shaking her head no.

IAM moved toward her. “Karla, what do you want?”

“I want this love fest to stop. I want an end to this airy-fairy dream shit. This door guarding is shit. People always break rules.”

“Karla, I hear what you don’t want. What do you want?” IAM moved off the stage to walk among the participants.

“I want my money’s worth. I want to get to work and experience my life.”

“So do I,” IAM said.

Karla sat down, her face flush, arms and legs crossed, looking to the side of the room