A Visit With Gandhi, A Dream of 4/28/12

I came to an Inglewood (Los Angeles area) hospital, for some unknown reason. The reception area was very busy and I wandered back out of the reception area, outside for a short distance to a security door exit. That door was supposed to be locked and secured but:

The door had been left propped open with a folding chair. This violated hospital security but it was a reflection of what people often carelessly do. I looked in and saw Gandhi, in his white home spun, casually speaking with a few people. As I looked at him, I thought how wonderful it would be to ask him a few questions, even just one.

But then I decided to ask him my questions through proper channels and went back through the front entrance. There I asked to see someone in charge, when a serious man in a suit and tie, wearing security apparatus approached me. I told him I saw Gandhi there and would like to speak with him.

He whisked me to the side, by some waiting room chairs, along a wall and told me to lower my voice. He said my request was impossible. I pointed out I could have just approached Gandhi moments earlier, which only seemed to aggravate this man more.

He said Gandhi had been rushed in for a quick surgical procedure and would then be flown back to India. He told me to say nothing for if the public became aware, it could endanger Gandhi's life. After the man left, I finally got access into the hospital. While I was in a hallway, Gandhi walked-up near me, accompanied by a few other people.

I approached him and after greeting him, asked if I could ask him a question. He agreed and I asked him what was one of the most important ways of uplifting mankind. He replied that it was critical to notice what people do for you and for others and to thank them.

Gandhi said I had met him only because he was looking for the doctor that had performed his surgical procedure, so he could express his gratitude. Gandhi seemed a bit pressed for time and I didn't want to impose myself upon him. So rather than discuss this further or ask any other questions, I thanked him for his advice and we parted company.

I soon awoke and it was about 5:30 am. I wrote these notes on paper about an hour later, reflecting my best memory of what had taken place. But I know acknowledgement and gratitude expressed to others are deeply meaningful to them. The advice Gandhi gave me in this dream really could uplift humanity if only we would put it into practice. That certainly means me as well as everyone else.

Dick