Dirk had been reading his Bible for several hours. It was now late evening. He ended the reading of Scripture at the verse in Mark 5:9 where Jesus asks a demon what his name is, and who answered, “My name is Legion.”
Dirk inwardly asked for God to enlighten him further on the meaning of this passage and what relevance it had in his own life. Mentally tired, Dirk fell asleep in his cushy easy chair.
Dirk soon went into a dream state. In his dream, Dirk saw an image of his body. He was particularly drawn to the activity of his heart and brain. Then, as dreams are wont to do, his body, heart and brain morphed into fantastic images.
Dirk’s body suddenly morphed into a rusty clunker of a taxicab that was emitting stinky fumes. His heart morphed into an abused and sputtering engine. And his brain morphed into a driver who reminded Dirk of the character who played “Cliff Clavin” on the sitcom Cheers.
The cab driver turns to Dirk, who finds himself sitting in the back seat, and asks, “Where to?”
“Take me home,” responded Dirk.
The cabby turned on his meter and they chugged off.
Dirk soon struck up a conversation with the unkempt driver to see whom he was dealing with. The cabby seemed knowledgeable on a variety of topics and this was because he had driven around many passengers with different worldly experiences. But Dirk clearly sensed that all the cabby’s extensive knowledge was superficial.
Dirk looked down at the floor of the cab and noticed that certain sections had rusted through to the point that he could see the road moving under his feet! It was obvious that this cab was in need of repairs. Concerned, Dirk turned his attention to the several gauges on the dashboard. He noticed one of the special gauges was not working and asked the driver about it.
“It’s broke,” said the cabby as he spit out the window and took another puff of his cigar. “That gauge had special sensors and indicator lights to warn me about the internal conditions of the engine. But don’t worry. I found out that as long as I put gas and oil in this damn thing, it will take us where we want to go.”
Suddenly a beautiful angel appeared in the back seat, sitting next to Dirk. Apparently, she was invisible to the cabby. Only Dirk could see and hear her.
“What are you doing here?” asked the Dirk in amazement.
“The Lord God has sent me to explain to you the relevancy of the word “legion” to your personal terrestrial life and potential spiritual growth. We are in this taxicab so that what I am about to reveal to you will be put into the proper context. Since you belong to the church called “Swedenborgian” I can explain things to you that would not be understood by other faith traditions,” said the beautiful angel. “Everything in this taxi represents something about you—your mind, heart and body.”
She then pointed to the broken gauge on the taxj’s dashboard. “That gauge represents—in Swedenborgian doctrine—what is called a person’s ‘remains.’ This special gauge was designed by God and is essential to the function and proper maintenance of one’s spiritual conscience. But usually, the sensors on this type of gauge break down fairly early during its operation on earth.”
“But the driver said that this taxi operates well enough without those sensors,” said Dirk in a nervous tone.
“Well,” said the angel, “let’s just sit back and see what happens.”
Soon, the cabby unexpectedly pulls to the side of the road.
“Hey, what are you doing?” questioned Dirk.
“I am picking up another passenger,” said the cabby.
With resentment, Dirk moves over to make room for the additional passenger. The new passenger says, “Take me to the Top Hat Tavern.” Dirk was shocked that as soon as this new passenger waved a large amount of cash, the cabby quickly turned a in the opposite direction.
“Where are you going?!!” exclaimed the Dirk, now more openly offended. “I hired you first!”
“I work for tips, pal,” was the cabby’s reply.
To Dirk’s further annoyance, the cabby made additional stops and picked up several other passengers along the way. The inside of the cab was now filled with highly vocal passengers, each seeking to establish their importance to the cab driver. The noisy sounds they were making seemed to remind Dirk of croaking frogs, most of whom wanted to be taken to suspicious or unclean destinations.
Dirk turned to the angel, whom only he could see, as if hoping for some divine help out of this mayhem. To Dirk’s surprise the angel had a big grin across her face.
“Remember when I told you that everything about this cab represents something real about you? Well, the inside of this cab represents what is happening in your spiritual world. When the special sensors of that gauge aren’t operational, like in this cab, you have no real control of the passengers or spirits who hop into your heart and mind with different destinations. Spiritual evolution involves the proper care and instruction so that the cab, engine and driver work harmoniously for taking YOU home, which is heaven. In helping God produce this instructive dream I have been allowed to give you a more visceral and complete picture of the “legion” of problems people face in spiritual transformation—most of which they are truly unaware of,” said the angel while shaking her head. “I have presented you with the human predicament.”
Suddenly Dirk woke up in his easy chair, breaking out in a profound sweat. It was Sunday morning. He had some serious questions to ask the minister at his church.