This is about another James Bond in my life....
WRITE YOUR OWN STORY, BOY
Some of us, when young, know what our story is going to be, know what we want to be. Some of us find this story reflected in literature and, finding that literature, that book or books, see our lives set out before us: tragic, heroic, sad, joyful, adventurous, et cetera. Such people seem to know what they want and where they want to go to get it. Others have no idea of their story; the long range simply eludes them. It is just too complex a set of questions, filled with too many options and too many variables to make any clear-cut decision, to see any specific ‘story’ for them. For these people, their life-story often unfolds, evolves, is put together, as the years follow each other one by one. They work out the pattern, if they can see one at all, as they go along. For some of these people a sense of direction comes and goes but, in the main, they never really connect with an overall life thrust that carries them on decade after decade.
For still others, something, some seed, some need, some core, gets planted when they are young, in their teens and twenties, and they run with it for life. They follow their story, their game plan, their drummer and its beat. There is no ideal path, of course, no best story, no one way, we should all go. For the young Baha’i who looks at his life, where he is to go and what he is to do, the challenge is great, the task complex; indeed he is placed in a milieux which will keep him or her busy for all their days.
The growth of the soul in the garden of existence takes place, it seems to me, in optimum conditions. Nothing is too easy. Life is sufficiently complicated to keep the soul--or the inner spiritual powers1--nicely occupied until the end. For we all go on and on until the last hours of our recorded time. Then, we sleep no more; neither do we act. -Ron Price with thanks to “Book Talk”, ABC Radio National, 9 December 1999; and 1‘Abdu’l-Baha, Some Answered Questions, London, 1907, p.197.
Let me tell you how it went for me, boy,
back then when I was young and trying
to get a hold on life, a sense of clarity
in the haze, the complexity and blaze.
I had simply no idea until October ’65
when I heard James Bond give a talk
on The Tablets of the Divine Plan,
Eskimos and being a precisioned
instrument of The Universal House
of Justice. I tell you, things started
to fall into place, but I often wished
they hadn’t. For I got a new set of
problems associated with pioneering.
Now, noone even believes I’m a pioneer;
they look bemused when I speak of it.
I came to the end of the earth and
to the top-of-the-world on a life-plan,
a game plan that makes me often feel like
a secret-agent man, a second James Bond,
only not as clever-a-dick, or as handsome,
or as rich, or as smooth, never in hollywood.
So, I know where I’m going, but I can’t tell anyone.
I have often got sick, crazy really was what it was
and that did not help my image. I married a lady
who got sick a lot of the time; I kept wearing
myself out not being a moderate man, it seems.
I committed many sins that I would not want
to confess for fear of shame and I wonder,
sometimes, whether my pioneer role was really worth it.
But I believe in the Cause that I’ve worked for all these
years: that is my hope, my aspiration, my dream, my life,
my all. That is what I will take into old age.
Yes, a single day is like life,
no matter how you play it.
You finish in a place and
condition that is virtually
unpredictable at the start.
But your job is to travel
down the day, hour by hour,
minute by minute, running
those errands, examining
those bits of rock under
a microscope, keeping
the large picture in mind
and many, many of the
little pictures as described
quite brilliantly in
The Writings. But,
it seems, you have to
figure it out for yourself,
write your own story, boy.
Amen
Ron Price
10 December 1999
married 37 years, teacher 30 years, living in Australia 33 years; Baha'i 45 years.