The “AH” is a pause, a moment of silence, a moment to reflect upon the lives Wayne Dyer touched in his journey on Earth, including mine.
I was a freshman in high school the first time I saw Wayne Dyer’s face. Twas on the cover of his first monumental best-seller, Your Erroneous Zones. A teacher was reading it – and at the time, I felt no attraction to his teachings. I was too deeply mired in cruddy thinking to see the value. In fact, I was so far gone that his very countenance repelled me.
Years later, post-college, I was in a bookstore in Santa Cruz, California, going through the self-help section. At that time the repulsion was nearly gone. I recall picking up five of his books and putting them into my pile for purchase.
Then a negative force told me to put the books back. And I did. Uggh. That was stupid.
A year goes by and Dyer comes out with a new book, which was trademark typical of his career (at least one new book per year for quite a spell).
This time I was ready. Really, really ready.
So ready, in fact, that in conjunction with the new book coming out, he was giving a talk in San Jose. I bought a ticket and attended – and as soon as Dr. Dyer glided onto the stage, I was hooked. I bought the hardcover copy of You’ll See It When You Believe It – and during an intermission, I joined the long procession of others who wanted their book signed.
Shaking Wayne’s hand was a turning point in my life – and over the next few years, everytime he came back to California and was within two hours of where I lived, I was in the audience. Each time I attended I met with him to at least say “thank you.” Each time he greeted me with a smirky smile, patted me on the head and said, “I see the two of us have the same barber” – or something similar.
Dr. Dyer’s Nightingale-Conant audiotapes often played in my vehicle as I rode around town. How to Be a No Limit Person and Choosing Your Own Greatness were two of my favorites. Two years ago, when I was in the studio in Chicago, recording Maxwell Maltz’s Theatre of the Mind, I was astounded to know the seat I took to record the CD’s was the same that every author had used over the past 20 years. With eagerness I asked, “So Wayne Dyer sat in this SAME chair when he recorded all his programs?”
“That, he did,” came the reply.
I smiled from jawbone to jawbone. What a day.
Over the years I watched Dr. Dyer’s many PBS specials and bought the packages he promoted.
In his latest book, I Can See Clearly Now, Wayne wrote about the positive influence Psycho-Cybernetics had upon him and how it changed his life for the better. Due to Dr. Dyer’s positive personal touch to my life, I included him in the foreword to the updated and expanded version, Psycho-Cybernetics, Updated and Expanded, due out November 3. My only wish is that the book were published for him to see the reference before he passed.
Then I remember, this is the man who wrote books about the mystical, magical and mysterious. Why not visualize that he will see it? Not in human form, but in spirit.
Most importantly though, there’s that word “AH” resurfacing.
What on earth – how does a man live his life so profoundly and positively that I am smiling as I remember his days on this plain? There’s no grief whatsoever.
I can honestly say “that’s a first.” Just as Dr. Wayne Dyer was a first in so many categories.
He often said he had proof that everyone is born a winner. Why? Because you won the first race you entered. You beat out millions of other “competitors” in order to be conceived and born.
Wayne didn’t just win the first race he was in before being born – he won the last race he was in, too.
What a man. What a life. What a legacy.
To Wayne, I’m thrilled to know we share the same barber.
I’d normally close by saying “rest in peace” – but somehow that doesn’t fit.
“Live in peace.”
Yes, that’s better.
Thank you for your guidance.
President, Psycho-Cybernetics Foundation, Inc.