Wayne, you may or may not have been able to cure yourself of leukemia. It doesn’t matter to me.
You helped open up the culture to spirit power. For decades.
You shined a light on our inner light. You asked us to amplify the best of ourselves. Even when we were hurting. Especially when we were hurting.
Here we are in a political season where on one side of the political spectrum you rise in the polls the more you bash others. That’s the anti-Wayne Dyer approach.
Your way was to embrace others. Even the man for whom your last wife left you. You invited him to your family Thanksgiving when it would have been easy to leave him out.
Your way will ultimately win out. In a thousand years or ten thousand. Maybe a hundred thousand.
Or maybe in five hundred years. Maybe one hundred. Astounding things happen when new behaviors get set in motion. There comes a tipping point.
You are one in a long line of Americans going back to Emerson asking us to see ourselves as connected. You embraced Jesus and Lao Tzu, A Course in Miracles and Abraham Hicks.
You embraced wisdom from all over, regardless of its source. Rumi and Patanjali romped through your fields. You heralded everyday people who found pivot points away from suffering and into awe. You held them up, mortal and immortal alike, and we loved you for it.
We loved you for your humanity. Three marriages, and even the third one didn’t take. We loved you for your common touch. We loved you for your ability to take hold of an idea and present it like a flower . . . as something beautiful to behold.
We who hope to trod your path will miss you even as we are buoyed up by the messages in your life’s work. You believed in belief itself. That if we could only alter the way we see the world, then the world we’re seeing would change too.
We will miss you. Your sense of goodness at every turn.
It seems a simple thing. To find the good in pain. To feel the ecstasy of creation even when things go awry. But it’s not. Or else that would be a common trait.