“Would you like to have dinner with me?” Mr. Clinton asked Ella.
“Sure” She replied without thinking as if a friend was inviting her for a casual meal.
“I will have the driver pick you up around seven pm.”
“That sounds okay.”
“You are staying at the women’s dormitory, right?”
“See you tonight.”
She spent the whole day attending different meetings focusing on human rights. It was the biggest conference she had attended in her life. It was exciting. She was learning much, meeting people who made a difference on global issues. She felt eager to meet them in person, learn who they are and what was their journey of becoming. She had a longing in her heart to make a difference when it came to pain, suffering, cruelty, and violence. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and she was totally present and excited with compassion.
When she got back to the dormitory, she went to the room she was sharing with many women. Everyone seemed busy. The energy was high. She was delighted to be in the company of so many divine women. Each woman seemed like a Goddess to her. She thought it would be up to the women to heal the planet with their feminine energy, nurturing, and loving all beings.
It was six pm. She was going to get ready and change. She was a T-shirt and blue jean kind of a woman, loved simple and comfortable. For a moment she thought to herself; “I am going to have dinner with the ex-president of the United States! What am I going to wear?”
She dismissed the thought in two seconds, was surprised of her thinking about what to wear. Perhaps it was the voice of her mother for a second. Her mother was all about appearances. She wanted to be a different kind of a woman, deep into longing of knowing who she is inside. Her life journey was about self-realization, made a point of having a simple life, especially when it came to clothing. She wished she was a monk and would wear a simple cloth every day. She grew up in an environment in which clothing represented one’s status and a reflection of one’s finances. Dress well and you will be treated well! That was the reality.
She didn’t have time to take a shower after a long day. Yet, it really didn’t matter. She was going to wear her simple black pants, a lavender top with a jacket. She was pressed with time, she would process her inner thoughts once she returned, writing in her journal.
She looked for her lavender top. Where did she put it? The community closets were in the main hall. She went to look for the top hanging in the closet, most of her casual clothes were in the suitcase under het dormitory bed.
She found the blouse and suddenly she was shocked to see Mrs. Clinton in front of her. She seemed angry. Her eyes in rage. There were a group of women with her with shaming eyes.
Mrs. Clinton had a brush in her hand with comfortable home robe on.
“So, you are the one going to have dinner with my husband! Shame on you!” She was furious and left in rage.
Ella froze for a second, unable to move! What did just happen? She just met Hillary Clinton! She didn’t know she was also in the dormitory. It took her a while to come out of the shock. The women were looking at her with disgusting looks. Their non-verbal was saying “how could you? What kind of a woman you are?” Shame, anger, hatred, and resentment flowing from their eyes.
For a moment, Ella felt shame. The ego was vicious triggering her saying she was going to have dinner with a “married man”. She physically shook herself to release the thought and stop the dragon of ego. In her mind, she put the sword of light in the heart of the dragon! The dark dragon melted down like the Disney movies, disappeared.
She went to the room and got dressed. She thought to herself, of course everyone knows I am going to have dinner with Mr. Clinton. They make their interpretation based on their own previous experiences. What others think is their own projections and none of my business.
She picked her purse and left the room. It was 6:40 pm. She found out where Mrs. Clinton was staying, took a deep breath, reminded herself to speak with love and compassion, respond with honor, and speak her truth. “Do not react! Do not attack or defend, speak from your heart as you would do with any human being. She is a woman like you.”
She knocked. “Come in” a female voice said. Ella stepped in, saw Mrs. Clinton in an arm chair. “May I come in?” Ella asked.
“You are already in.” Mrs. Clinton seemed angry.
“May I have a few minutes of your time please?”
She paused for a moment, not sure. Her non-verbal was as if part of her wanted to throw Ella out of the room but something was stopping her. “okay” She said with hesitation.
“May I sit down?” Ella was respectful.
“Okay”, still unsure.
“Mrs. Clinton, I am going to have dinner with Mr. Clinton. I have no idea why he invited me to dinner. I intend to find out. This is my first time meeting a president. I feel this is an opportunity to communicate about some of the issues that are important to me about humanity to a “person” who is in the position of making a difference globally.
Honestly, I feel to become a politician, a successful one, one has to make compromises, to be able to function within a highly competitive, greedy, and at times cruel system. I have no interest and respect those who are willing to take the bull by the horn.
My interest is that the world has had leaders like Gandhi, Mandela, Willy Brunt, Lumumba, and others who served humanity beyond politics. I wonder how we can make the United State kind again.
Mrs. Clinton, your communication with me seemed as an experience of frustration and anger aiming to shame me. To me it appeared as projection. It has no foundation.. I am going to meet an influential person in the American history, one who impacted the world during his presidency, creating the possibility of peace in Middle East. I remember when I heard you say “shame on you” to Obama. Maybe, our meeting is not a coincidence. May be this is an opportunity for us to grow.”
There was a knock on the door. “Come in”
A driver came in. It was a few minutes to seven pm.
“I will be right there. Thank you for waiting for me.” Ella said to the driver.
“I’d like to be on time. From your reaction, I have become aware of possible risks. Perhaps, I am naïve and not sure what I said yes to. Anything I should be mindful of? Ella sked.
Hillary’s energy had shifted. She received a sincere, authentic and honest expression of a woman’s feelings and thoughts. She had forgotten that possibility. She became soft.
“I suggest to meet him in a semi-public place.” Hillary suggested.
“I haven’t even had a chance to think about it. I don’t know where I am going to meet Mr. Clinton. What do you suggest?” Ella seemed to experience a new level of awareness. She thought to herself, what did I get myself into?
“He is a man after all.” Hillary was mindful. “Where did you meet him?”
“I haven’t. I was in a meeting about Middle East and he was in the panel. I asked a question about the possibility of peace in the region.”
“Okay, he might be interested to get a perspective from a native person. Perhaps your question interested him.”
“That is what I am assuming. The driver is waiting. Anything I should be aware of?”
“The driver’s name is Alex. Ask him for his cell phone number and ask to pick you up immediately when you call him. He is a nice guy and will understand.”
“Thank you. That is a good idea. Would you be interested to chat when I return? It might be short visit without dinner if Middle East peace is not of primary interest.”
“Yes, I’d like to continue our conversation. I apologize for making inappropriate assumption.”
“I believe it is up to women to heal our humanity and our planet. We are soul sisters. It is essential to come together regardless of our differences and our history. I have a lot that I’d like to share and process with you.”
“Yes, I appreciate your approach. I had to develop a tough skin being in politics.” She seemed to experience feelings of awareness inside. Her energy had shifted. The women naturally gave each other a hug. When Ella was at the door leaving said “Is there any need for me to express that I have absolutely no interest in Mr. Clinton as a man?”
Hillary shook her head with a priceless smile.
The story will continue.