My design studio was a large building packed to the rafters with supplies and machinery. I had locked its doors when I had become a teacher. After a few years, I decided that it was time to liquidate its contents, but I was unsure about how best to go about it. I called an auctioneer who advised me to have a big one-day sale, but that did not seem inspired. Eventually, I got humble enough to listen for the voice within. When I had given up my ego and worry, I asked, 'What should I do?' Immediately, I heard a strong thought: "Well, you could open the door." It seemed so simple and yet so inadequate because of the massive amount of stock to be cleared out, but I was obedient and went out to the storeroom and opened one of the big overhead garage doors. I then came back inside and waited quietly for further instructions. Next, I heard, "You could put some tables out in the parking lot," so I set up about forty feet of display space and filled it with miscellaneous items after the fashion of a garage sale. Then I heard, "You could put up a For Sale sign," so I did. As silly as it seemed to me initially, I was being motivated by divine law.
In a little while, people began to stop.
They would pick something out and ask, "How much is this?"
I would reach into my highest sense of honesty, and a number would
occur to me. I would say that price, and each time the shopper
would say, "Okay," and give me the money. There was
no haggling. There was no refusal - no putting something back
on the table. By the end of the day, I had sold a reasonable amount.
Within three days, there were people coming from nearby cities
and states, some traveling over a hundred miles to see what I
had. I do not know how the news spread. For the first few days,
the building was so full that I just pulled out what I could reach.
After the building was cleared out a bit, I allowed people to
come in to see the heavy machinery. One man examined my table
saw, which was worth as much as a car, and asked what I wanted
for it. I gave him a price, and he took out a roll of cash, handed
me the total sum, and just walked away, saying, "I'll be
back in two days with a truck." I never wrote a receipt during
the entire sale. Total trust reigned. This remarkable experience
played out as a gentle redistribution - supply meeting demand
with obvious gratitude on both sides. Within ten days, every item
was sold and the building was empty. It is remarkable to me that
when we listen to the voice within and are obedient to it, everything
just naturally and simply finds its proper place.
George Denninger ©