“This is the story of four good buddies, by the names of Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was a very important job to be done and because this job was so important, Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. So Nobody, did it. Somebody got mad about that, because it was Everybody’s job. In the end, Everybody blamed Somebody, when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.”
“Where are you going with this?” Izzy asked.
“Izzy, we’re all part of that story,” The Wiz of Iz proclaimed, “Do you identify with Somebody in that story?”
“I most certain do not,” Izzy said emphatically, “I mostly identify with Nobody.”
“So then you do identify with somebody?” asked The Wiz of Iz.
“No,” Izzy said, “I mean yes … well, from time to time, we all think of ourselves as a Nobody? Everybody feels like that occasionally,” Izzy said.
“There you go changing your mind again,” said the Wiz of Iz. ”Now you identify with Everybody.”
Izzy was supremely confused now. She tried to sort it out, but kept getting caught in the a tangled web of logic. “Anybody can feel like that from time to time,” Izzy exclaimed in exasperation.
“Precisely,” said The Wiz of Iz said. “So you really identify with Anybody in this Story?”
“Why would I do that?” asked Izzy, her mind totally twisted now.
“Because Anybody can be the hero!” exclaimed The Wiz of Iz?
“But Nobody is the hero!” Izzy shouted.
“Why?” demanded The Wiz of Iz.
“Because Nobody does Everybody’s job,” Izzy screamed.
“What job is that?” The Wiz of Iz inquired clinically.
“Umm,” Izzy paused, “I don’t know. What job is that?”
The Wiz of Iz looked Izzy right in her soul’s eye, “That’s the question, isn’t it? It’s a big question and the answer is just a big question mark until Somebody comes up with a big idea. So, Izzy, if you think you’re a Nobody, or a Somebody or Anybody or Everybody, you’re a vital part of this story. Izzy you are that big idea that the world needs now.
“I don’t get it.” Izzy said.
“Let me put this another way then,” Izzy, you have greater power than you realize. The ideas we need to solve society’s biggest problems aren’t found in listening to the experts. They’re found by listening to what’s speaking inside you. We’re all experts on what it’s like is to live in fear of the future. We’re all experts of what it’s like to live on a planet in peril. We’re all experts on the extinction of hope. The change we need isn’t found in passivity. Now more than ever, we all must become part of the solution, because what was once the Land of Iz has now become the Land of Izn’t. IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE LIKE THAT!”
Izzy’s mind contorted, but all that came out was, “I think this is a good story. It’s compelling. I think you are compelling. But … all this is so … not going to happen.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. The winds of change are blowing. You can either be an observer or you can be part of the story of history,” he declared.
“Then I think I’ll be an observer, thank you kindly,” Izzy now considered the conversation closed.
“Not so fast,” The Wiz of Iz persisted. “We’ll all help you.”
“We?” Izzy asked, “Who is we?”
“Us,” declared The Wiz of Iz looking around.
Everybody was looking. Somebody was listening. Anybody could hear, and Nobody was there.
“You’ll have all of us helping you along the way,” The Wiz of Iz explained. The pieces of the puzzle were all starting to come together in Izzy’s obstinate mind.
“Along the way?” Izzy asked. “What way? Is that like the way in the Tao of it all…”
“Exactly, and each step of the way, a trumpet of transcendence within you, will herald you towards that place in your being called home … back to The Land of Iz.”
“Will I know how to get back home once I begin my journey?” Izzy asked.
“The signs pointing home are everywhere.” The Wiz of Iz explained, “They’re in the political paralysis of our government. They’re in the soulful suffering of society. They’re in the changing climate. They’re in the intractable levels of debt and the collapsing credit of the financial system. They’re in the commercialized culture. They’re in the tyrannical technology. They’re in the shriveling spirit. Your charge is to read these signs and make sense of them-in a new vision for the future.”
“Like, I don’t even know what …” Izzy suddenly became aware of the magnitude of what was being proposed, “ … Are you asking me to create some huge campaign for global transformation?”
“I ask only this of you … follow the Signs of Serendipity in your life. Don’t let yourself be distracted by anything. I will give you everything you need to complete your journey home. Each time I send you a sign, you will know you are not alone. I will be with you every step of your journey. We’re going to be working very closely together on this,” he explained.
“Why?” Izzy shouted, “Tell me why?”
The Wiz of Iz commanded, “You don’t get it, do you? You don’t realize who I am, do you?”
Izzy suddenly felt something powerful stirring within her. “I guess I don’t quite get it yet. Who are you?”
“That’s why you’re going on your journey–to find that out.” His eyes bored through her soul like a laser beam of light, “You’re going to follow me because We have arrived in the collective consciousness of the world at precisely the right moment in history.”
“Are you quite sure about this?” Izzy asked.
“We,” The Wiz of Iz proclaimed, “represent something much more powerful than you can imagine. From this moment forward everything you come across will have significance in the context of the story you are about to act out on the stage in the Theatre of Time.”
Suddenly The Wiz of Iz was simultaneously bigger than life … and nothing at all. Izzy knew that this had been the chance meeting she had been waiting for–her whole life. As Izzy looked up at a sky filled with the beautiful hues of the sunset, she heard the visionary voice stirring within her. It called out clearly. … and now she now finally listening.