Wayne Dyer was my gateway drug to the world of metaphysics and personal development.
It was 2003. Maybe 2004. My dad asked me to watch this special he’d watched earlier on PBS from an author he really liked.
So we turned it on. There before me on the screen stood this bald older man, waxing lucidly about his new book, The Power of Intention.
And there I was. For over an hour. Utterly captivated the whole time.
He was a heretic. In that one short hour, he called out so many of the old, outmoded, negative religious beliefs that I’d heard so much growing up. Not so much from my parents, but from the world at large.
He spoke about Life/God/Spirit in a way that a certain part of me always knew to be true, but that I could never put into words.
I immediately went out and bought every book of his that I could get my hands on.
I had serious work to do. I was in my mid-twenties and had lost my mom to breast cancer a decade or so earlier. Plus, there was a whole slew of other nonsense from childhood that I needed to work through. Wayne Dyer’s work took me by the hand and guided me through it.
When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
His work also lead to a slew of other authors who added to this spiritual transformation in my life. From Marianne Williamson to Michael Beckwith to Ernest Holmes to Neale Donald Walsch and Ram Dass. My bookshelves are packed with the stuff now, as is my consciousness.
My dad died a few years ago. Thinking back, my most enjoyable days with him are when we’d sit and drink coffee while watching Wayne Dyer YouTube videos (or ones that he’d download from Bit Torrent — sorry, Wayne, but I know you’re cool with it).
I can credit Wayne Dyer for the reason I do this work.
I remember reading his book, There’s A Spiritual Solution to Every Problem. In it, he talks a lot about writing and his creative process. As I was reading it, I had a strong inkling that I wanted to do that. I wanted to share these gifts through writing that had helped me so much (no, I don’t have his stage presence).
Although I put it off for about ten years, here I am. Sharing with you, daily, my little quips and thoughts that I’ve picked up along the way. Some from him. Some from others (who he’s probably referenced). Some from who knows where.
If I could write him a personal note right now (heck, I guess I can), here’s what I’d say:
Wayne, you brought the light. You tore the shutters off a wounded, insecure, motherless young man’s dark inner world and reintroduced him to the light switch. I’m saddened I can never physically shake your hand and thank you for your work as I’d wished to do since the day your words began rewiring my consciousness right there in my living room. But I know you’re somehow reading these words now, along with all the others that are pouring in right now, and that will have to suffice.
Here’s to you, Wayne Dyer. And here’s to whatever adventures you face next.
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