I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed I received a ‘phone call. From number 10 Downing Street.
“Hello,” I said, somewhat taken aback. “How can I help you?”
“Are you Dave Robson?” said a voice.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Are you THE Dave Robson?” the voice persisted?
“I’ve no idea,” I replied. “Is there more than one?”
“Are you Dave Robson the Life Coach who teaches meditation?”
“Is this a wind up?” I enquired.
“No no, not at all,” said the voice at the other end. “It’s just that with Boris just out of intensive care we need someone here who can help us lower the stress levels, ‘cos we’re almost at bursting point.”
“If you’re serious, I can do that but there’s one condition. You’ve got to send me the full PPE kit to wear when I travel up on the tube, and to wear when I’m at number 10. I know you lot aren’t observing the social distancing properly and I don’t want to catch anything.”
“No no, no need for that. We’ll send a car for you,” she said.
“Very nice of you, but I still want the protective gear,” I replied.
“OK, no problem. But how are you going to meditate when you’re wearing the full safety suit? You’ll find it hard enough just to sit down.”
“It will be difficult but we’ll find a way,” I replied.
“Your driver will be there within the hour,” she said, “and he’ll bring the protective suit with him.”
“Tell him to leave the gear outside the front door, ring the door bell and go back to his car. Then I’ll change into the suit in my house and come out to the car. And make sure he’s wearing the stuff too.”
“Hey, we’re the ones who make the rules,” she said.
And with that I put the ‘phone down and wondered if this was for real. Then I woke up…
A few minutes later, while I was shaving, showering and getting dressed in readiness for another day in splendid isolation, I couldn’t help thinking of a salutary story I heard once:
A man was in his house one day when the severe rains started and the ground around his house started to flood. Soon the water was up to his first floor windows and still rising, and in his effort to escape the flood water he climbed onto the roof and started praying to God to save his life.
And sure enough, God said to him, “don’t worry, I’ll look after you my son.”
After a while some men from the rescue services came paddling by in a rubber dinghy and offered to retrieve the man from his roof and take him to a place of safety, but he waved them on, saying, “no need to worry, God is looking after me.”
Shortly after that a rescue helicopter hovered above him, shouting that they’d rescue him, but again he waved them away, repeating, “no need to worry, God is looking after me.”
So the flood waters continued to rise and eventually the man was swept away and drowned. When he reached the pearly gates he bumped in God and said angrily, “What went wrong? You said you’d look after me?”
And God replied indignantly, “look, I sent you a dinghy, I sent you a helicopter, what more do you want…?????”
I have met so many people who believe that the Universe or existence or some supernatural force is looking out for them and keeping them safe and all they need to do is surrender and trust in some higher good. While that may or may not be true, it doesn’t work like that. You have to do your bit and be proactive.
Same with the dream. The Prime Minister’s office might send you a comfy car to insulate you from the world outside and its bugs, but it’s still down to you to take personal responsibility for your own safety, and that of others, and do what you know in your heart to be the right thing to do.
I don’t know if the staff at number 10 are aware of this, but meditation is a very powerful tool for reducing stress levels, so in case you’ve forgotten how to do it, I’ll make sure that’s the very next subject I write about.
Meanwhile, take the dog for a walk and have a nice day.