Twenty something years ago, a fellow, let’s call him Paul, belonged to my circle of friends. Like Travis McGee, he lived on his yacht in Bahia Mar. I recall that he was once on the Sally Jesse Raphael late night talk show in a bit about handsome and eligible millionaires. Of course, although he was handsome, he was no millionaire, and he lived on his yacht because he couldn’t afford a house. So, caveat emptor when it comes to believing anything you watch on television.
We were at a pool party and I was sitting with a couple of woman. As he walked by us, their heads perked up watch, intrigued by his good looks and blonde mane. But then they noticed his formless legs, which stuck down from his bathing suit like two uncut ziti. I may not have been as pretty as he was, but at that time, I was quite athletic with tight glutes, sinewy thighs, and well shaped calf muscles. In disgust, the two women expressed their disappointment in those legs that paled in comparison to mine. I never would have thought they noticed, still less that is was important to them. Let’s say they lost interest in him and spent the afternoon with me. That is my “game” lesson for the week.
Well, Paul was a sensitive 90s type with that treacly spirituality. He kept encouraging me to attend one of those weekend seminars, Lifespring I believe it was called, or one of its spinoffs. “It would be life changing.” Now, I get that a lot, even daily, how some book, or video, or teacher, etc. will be life changing. The way I see it is that a man has expended a lot of effort in creating his life, developing his mind and body, living by a set of morals that suits him, establishing relationships, even down to the little things like his dietary preferences. I really can’t imagine such a man to be so anxious to radically change his life, especially based on the say so of some stranger.
Nevertheless, I agreed; he was my friend, I was curious, and we expected a lot of women to be there. The meeting was held at night with a couple of hundred people attending the free introduction at a hotel in Fort Lauderdale. We mingled and listened to some motivational talks. He had taken the weekend seminar previously and was involved in more advanced classes, so he was the “big brother” in this situation.
So he started probing me with some questions. Part of the program was some version of the Law of Manifestation, which, as you readers know, is a major teaching of the New Age. Finally, Paul bluntly asked me, “What do you want to manifest more of in your life?” Although it was a rather personal question, I quickly answered:
Money, Sex, and Power.
I don’t know what answer he was expecting, or hoping for, but that certainly wasn’t it. He made some strange face at me, with a sardonic grin. He walked away and I never saw him again.