Story 11 - Coffee Sex and Biscuits
Sylvia took another zip of coffee as if this were essential to carry on the exploration of my dream.
"Now you've got me puzzled," she said moments later. "You say you were repulsed by the offer, because of me? Why?" She repeated the question. "Think about this, Peter. There might be a deeper reason."
I nodded. "I may have been repulsed by the gesture, because I immediately put it into the context of the Byzantine model. We had been talking about that all day. Suddenly I saw it reflected
everywhere, the model for vertical domination. I think it was the thought of that, which made it repulsive, especially in your presence. The sex trade generally operates on the vertical platform of marketing, which makes the whole thing repulsive. Those who work in the trade invariably tell their client: You have a need, and I am willing to exploit that need for whatever price the traffic will bear. In most cases, strategically designed, provocative clothing
enhances that 'need,' which may not otherwise exist at that time. That's the model of the Byzantine so-called love," I said to Sylvia. "It manifests itself in pure top down exploitation. I think that's what I saw
reflected in my dream, even while no such thing existed. That's what I said, no, to. Of course, that's not what I saw unfolding across the way. I saw two people having fun,
playing and enjoying the morning. They shared in what they both loved. It was a lateral kind of love of kindred spirits meting in time and space with a daring that allowed for a beautiful moment to be."
I added quietly that perhaps the context of their sharing was a bit crude for the setting of a cafe, but those things do happen in dreams. In real life that would probably never happen. The Byzantine model of public opinion prevents this totally from ever happening. That's why such daring, lateral kinds of flow, are rarely ever seen, if they are seen at all, and appear even perplexing in dreams.
"The Byzantine model determines public opinion," I added, "which has nothing to do with the truth, but which determines for us what is civility and a whole lot of everything else, especially what is politically correct."
"Of course, somebody controls this whole system of top down domination for a specific purpose, and a specific game," Sylvia replied.
"Yes, and it is that, what is truly despicable and repulsive," I agreed. "Strangely,
however, that which is really despicable, is totally accepted and everyone bows to it. It shouldn't be that way, Sylvia. Maybe the waitress in my dream was my conscience, rebelling in my head, knocking my senility that plays into all that. I should have embraced her as the daring pioneer that she was."
"Your dream illustrates the principles that Nicolai had been taking about," Sylvia replied, "that probably created your dream in the first place. But let me ask you this: How would you react now in the real world, if your dream was a real live situation, knowing what you now know about it?"
"I would likely answer, NO, again," I replied sadly. "I would likely answer, NO, out of shame, with you sitting at the table across from me."
"You would then be dishonest with yourself, Peter, for my sake, right? Does that make sense?"
"Can you see now how deeply we are still tied to the hierarchical model? The Byzantine model is in control of us to the point that we lie to ourselves and to the people we love, rather than kicking that model out of our life." I began to laugh. "But what else could I do in such a situation? If I were to say, yes, and stretch my hand out to touch what the woman offered me, you would likely leave the room in disgust like any other woman would."
Sylvia nodded. "I probably would leave, but would it not be more correct for you to take that chance in the hope that I might not leave, and be honest with yourself?" asked Sylvia. "As I said before, could it not be that I might enjoy seeing your honesty with yourself, and
with me, and enjoy seeing the honest outflow of your self-love, of your love of our humanity, of the humanity we share, and of your love of us all being human? Would I not see this sharing of your love as the lateral flow of love that it is, even if it is unfolding in a rather unconventional form? I might even be inclined to join in. Would you then be prepared to say, NO, for both of us?"