By now you may have heard that one of the greatest spiritual teachers of our time, Dr Wayne Dyer, passed over two nights ago. From what his family have shared so far, it appears that he died in his sleep.
I first heard the news of his passing on Instagram from Doreen Virtue. I had to do a double-take when I read her post. I couldn’t quite believe it (and nor can most people it seems, it really seemed to happen quite out of the blue, especially since only a day or two before he had completed a tour of New Zealand).
However, upon reflection, it honestly feels like he chose exactly the perfect moment to make his transition, and I have been feeling his presence ever since.
I met Wayne once, and it was an extremely memorable meeting.
It was back in 1997 when I was a volunteer at Alternatives at St James’ Church, Piccadilly, London. Wayne was the guest speaker and he had drawn the biggest crowd that St James’ had seen for a long time. The hall was packed – and it’s a massive hall!
It was actually my last night working as a volunteer there – what a way to end – and I spent most of the evening right at the back of the room by the doors, welcoming late comers, and being able to take in the vastness of the room, the crowd that had gathered, and of course Wayne himself. I remember him being very amusing.
At the end of the evening, he was swamped. So many people went up to meet him, hug him, ask questions, get their books signed… It was awesome to witness how much joy he bought to people, it really was a sight to behold.
Meanwhile, I hung about a bit, chatted to the team and waited patiently until the very end, knowing that I didn’t have to rush home, so I was one of the very last people to go up to Wayne to ask for my book to be signed. By that time he must have met and spoken to way over two hundred people individually.
And yet, even though it was getting late and he had been with us for hours by this point, I remember how kind and sincere he was to me. He really took his time to speak to me and make eye contact with me, and he made my day when he called me “beautiful”. I’m not even sure that he knew I was a volunteer there, it didn’t seem to matter.
I will never forget that evening. It was one of the most powerful and serendipitous evenings of my life.
And I will also never forget Wayne.
RIP Wayne Dyer.
Thank you for the many amazing and wonderful gifts you have given to this world, and for all of your teachings which will live on and benefit millions more people for many generations to come.
I know that you are with us, you are still very very present, and, as I wrote on Facebook earlier today, I know that you are giving the Lightworkers of this world a neat little kick up the butt to be of service NOW, and to spread the message of magic and miracles and human potential, just as you have done.
How fitting, then, that this web site was first published the same day that you passed. I can’t think of a better way to remember you and celebrate you than that.