[Image: Meditation, 2012, JA Van Devender]
Something somewhat psychedelic in honor of the old hippie herself.
Proverbs 9:13–16 (NKJV)
13 A foolish woman is clamorous; She is simple, and knows nothing.
14 For she sits at the door of her house, On a seat by the highest places of the city, 15 To call to those who pass by, .... 16 “Whoever is simple, let him turn in here”;
Life is hard for Billionaires, I hear. Imagine the stress... the unremitting anxiety that comes from knowing that the entire world depends on your next financial move. The burden of responsibility is so great, you know. You identify so keenly with those poor souls beneath you in the economic food chain. You are touchingly aware that some of them exist on incomes of less than even a million dollars a year. Some of them cannot even afford to travel first class much less own their own corporate jet. All these poor folks live fragile lives, hanging on to what comforts they have been able to scrape together by the way that you and the other folks in the room, make financial decisions and decide where the nations are to be directed in the next phase of economic movements. Presidents and Prime Ministers await, with bated breath, for your considered, altruistic, what's best for the world, decisions.
The pressure.... the pressure... I need some relief. I need someone to tell me how to relax... how to drift into tension relieving bliss... if only for a few moments!
What I need is..... wait for it.... Goldie Hawn! [See HERE and numerous other places on web]
Folks, you just can't make this stuff up. For those of you of a certain age, it is almost too easy to imagine what "Laugh In" hosts Dan Rowan and Dick Martin would have done with this idea. In my mind's eye I can see Arte Johnson, dressed as the German spy, peering through the leaves of the potted plant, saying "velly interesting." Goldie Hawn, talking to men whose annual incomes exceed that of many national governments, and telling them they ought to chill out.
I cannot imagine a more ludicrous scenario. These men, in all seriousness, understand themselves as being the future of the world. They represent, in their own minds and far too often, very accurately, the heads of an invisible empire connected through financial webs that will exercise real power and influence, using politicians and other lesser mortals, regardless of their political stances, ambitions or actions, as so many pieces in a chess game that will determine the shape of the world. That's how they perceive themselves.
They sit there, like potentates in their gilded chairs, and listen to the court jester... Goldie.
Above them though sits a True King, ... in Whose service they are unwillingly chained for the most part. Though they deny Him yet He reigns and in true Psalm 2 fashion they can shake their fists as often as they wish, but their plans are inconsequential compared to His. They cannot control Him, nor the forces at His command... and the source of their true stress, the real reason they find themselves so taut and anxious, is that down deep, they know that they truly don't control anything and the best they can do is roll the dice and hope that what they desire actually comes about.
Goldie's meditations are not going to help them in the long run I imagine.
It's hard to pity a multi-billionaire, but I try, and there are some stirrings of it there.
At least I don't have to put up with Goldie Hawn.