In his time he may have been the most powerful man in the world

He came in fashionably late and occupied his cushioned seat atop the intricately carved marble structure upon which his throne rested. It was a hot tropical morning but his heavy robes actually kept him cool and shielded from the searing wind. His diadem laden crown felt heavy and he refrained from turning his head for fear that it would fall. He looked at the pulsing, seething crowd below and, instantly, they fell to their knees in homage. A far larger crowd had gathered outside the mammoth, red sandstone, walls of his palace. There was anger in the air but it was rapidly changing to fear. He was about to help that transformation accelerate. Today was not an ordinary court day. Today he would let his subjects know what happened when they forgot that he, and he alone, was their divinely appointed ruler. He leaned forward slightly to look directly below him. A dozen naked men were there, each held in chains by two burly guards. They were in sorry shape. Many had broken limbs with white bones showing through torn skin. Flesh, charred with branding irons, was suppurating. One was comatose and only the chains kept him upright.  They had all confessed. Under enhanced interrogation from his most skilled intelligence officers they had given up comrades and exposed the conspiracy. Even now his horsemen were pursuing the one surviving leader. He would soon be captured. Now it was time to teach his subjects a lesson they would never forget.

I have fielded many calls in the recent past from persons in the grip of strong emotions, primarily anger and fear. Do you become angry and afraid? Have you ever wondered why? Steve had a rough day at work. His boss asked him to do a report all over again even though he had scrupulously adhered to the guidelines he had been given. The boss had changed his mind about what he needed. Instead of acknowledging this and apologizing he blamed Steve for not giving him what he now wanted. The HR clerk called to let him know that his expenses would not be reimbursed. True, he had stayed at a more expensive hotel than permitted but had assumed that he could cover the extra charges with personal funds. Not so. The clerk said there would be no reimbursement. He could probably get this reversed by going up the HR chain but it would take up time he did not have and use up relationship capital he wanted to conserve. As he entered his house he felt something under his foot and heard an ominous crack. His son’s brand new Gameboy console had just broken. He had spoken to him many, many times about the inadvisability of leaving stuff around. Something snapped. He took the stairs two at a time with flames shooting from his eyes. He was going to have a word with his son.

She called me right after the event. I could not see her but I knew her eyes were red with weeping. “I am so distraught, Professor Rao,” she cried. “My stomach is tied up in knots. I cannot think or work or eat. I feel as if Freddie Kreuger has slipped into my house.” And then there is my long time handyman, someone I have used for years who always delivers great service at reasonable price. “Why don’t they recognize that he won? This pointless obstructionism simply ensures that we will get nothing done.” His face was lined with anger and frustration. The 2016 Presidential election in the US has shaken up the country like no other in a century. Yet again a presidential candidate has won the popular vote and lost the presidency. There is hand wringing and jubilation and deathly fear and talk of the apocalypse.

I made a mistake when I was young. It took me decades to recognize that I had made the mistake. I will do what I can to make sure that you don’t make the same error. What was that mistake? I’ll tell you. But first some background.

Buddhist sages have exhorted lay followers to practice Dharma and consciously follow a spiritual path. The Indian sage Shankara spoke about the endless striving after pleasure, sex and wealth and how this led persons astray and away from the path of genuine happiness.

St. Timothy beseeched everyone to flee youthful passions, pursue righteousness and call on the Lord from a pure heart.

My mother knew about all of them and more and tried hard to get me to read works by the Great Masters and live by their words. I wasn’t having any of it. I wanted ‘success’ now. Far from fleeing youthful pleasure, I indulged to the hilt. And I continued to batter my head on brick walls until I realized a great truth.

Reading the newspaper each day is a surreal experience. Doubtless you feel you have entered The Looking Glass World. But there is a lesson here for you. A lesson that will serve you well in business and in life. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we had a noble politician to vote for? A high-principled one who would instinctively and always do the right thing? Perhaps someone like Abraham Lincoln? Unfortunately it turns out that Honest Abe “…dissembled, waffled, told racist stories and consorted with corrupt politicians.” He also planned dirty tricks to counteract his opponent’s antics including a scheme to harvest large numbers of illegal votes. Read more about this in an article by Garry Wills in the October 5, 1992 issue of Time magazine. Fast forward to today and the New York Times reports that many Republicans are whipsawed “between two unpalatable options: alienating much of their party’s base, or standing behind a nominee who is unacceptable to most mainstream voters.” Donald Trump has set new records for mendacity and the House Speaker, Paul Ryan, is giving a celebrated imitation of a human pretzel as he tries to “explain” his position. I have some advice for all these torn politicians.

Why you keep doing stuff that harms you and you know it harms you.

He was a diligent student. He did all the exercises and assignments in my program and benefited greatly. And one day he approached me about a serious problem he had. He was an alcoholic. He had kicked the habit numerous times but, somehow, he always relapsed. “I know its bad for me,” he said. “I know it very clearly but I just can’t stop myself. Can you help me?” And I thought about the numerous persons I know who have participated in Creativity and Personal Mastery over the decades who have expressed something similar to me. I have my own thorns. I ‘know’ that salty Indian snacks are bad for me but I indulge anyway. How about you? Are there things you do that you clearly ‘know’ are not in your best interest? Like checking email compulsively? Or being driven by overweening ambition? Like ignoring your family while you climb your career ladder?

Sometimes the lesson you need to learn is right at home but you have spent a lifetime avoiding it. And you have suffered much totally unnecessary misery as a result. To give you some background, I do not like gardening. I do like beautiful gardens with colorful flowers with butterflies flitting to and fro but they do not make my heart soar. And I emphatically do not like planting and weeding and watering and fertilizing and all the stuff you have to do to create a beautiful garden. My wife, on the other hand, LOVES gardening. Which is fine by me. But what is NOT fine is the way in which she tries to rope me in to ‘help’ her in the misguided hope that I will start liking it.

If I were to make a list of my five favorite activities, ‘Listening to a telemarketer make his pitch’ would not make it. Between you and me it would not make the ‘2,000 activities I enjoy’ list. When the National Do-Not-Call list was announced a few years ago, I signed up immediately. It does not work. Those pesky creatures get through anyway. What REALLY annoys me is that, starting recently, telemarketers have started calling me on my cell phone. Two days ago I was talking to my daughter shortly before I was due to drive her to the airport. We were having a lively discussion on a topic that escapes me. My cell phone rang. I did not recognize the number but had recently posted a blog that was well received so I took the call in case it was a fan. A somewhat nasal voice mispronounced my name and wanted to know how my day was going. “Who are you and why are you calling?” I responded. I was loud and not very polite.

One of the blessings of what I do is that people share their deepest longings and darkest fears with me. I am the repository of many confidences and know the turmoil that lurks beneath many shiny ‘success’ stories. One problem, in particular, bedevils many. They toil in jobs that they mildly dislike, or feel disenchanted about and sometimes even hate. They would like to follow their ‘passion’ but feel stuck because ‘they need the income’ and can’t see how their ‘passion’ can provide this. In my last blog – “What a Fool He Was. Or Was He?” – I spoke about someone who found a solution to this dilemma by walking away. I also said that another solution is to really like – not ‘pretend like’ – what you actually do. The question is how do you ‘like’ or even ‘love’ something that you have spent so much time decrying as something you are stuck in, something that you have to ‘endure’ because of some external consideration such as money or stability or security. The way to do this is to change the way you think!

The pictures are surreal even as the aftermath is gruesome. Three youths nonchalantly pushing airport luggage carts, calm and composed as they stare into middle distance. And there are scenes of horrific destruction with dismembered bodies and weeping relatives after the suitcases on the carts exploded. The incidents happen more frequently and countries that prided themselves as havens of tranquility find that the world outside cannot be kept out and intrudes noisily. An elderly man, a war veteran, was choleric as he raged against 'these beasts' and bemoaned that he was too old to bear arms once again. When someone suggested that he feel compassion for all who had lost their lives including those who caused the mayhem, he foamed at the mouth. "I don't want to feel compassion," he screamed, "I want to (expletive deleted) them!" He had a lot more to say about the 'misguided' idiots who refused to recognize the danger we were all in and wasted sympathy on terrorists. Many in earshot nodded in agreement. We feel righteous. We have done nothing 'wrong', or at least nothing that calls for the level of wanton bloodletting that we witness. We need to stamp out this evil using overwhelming force if necessary.
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