In an already vulnerable state –
I had read, listened and watched.
It was too much
I pulled away
The sounds hurt me.
The sounds of anger, greed,
injustice, deceit, etc.
My being was raw and
bleeding from the exposure.
It hurt, deep within;
cells cringing at the onslaught.
The negativity sought a
way in – beating relentlessly.
It hurt.
This is how I felt today as I left the sanctuary (home) to venture into town for my much needed massage.
Over-stimulated and over-sensitive…raw to everything around me.
During my massage, I tried once again to get into a meditative state…and this time I was successful.
In my raw state, I decided to go back to basics, so I headed to The Library (Hall of Records).
Once inside, I actually heard someone call my name (this is unusual; though many visit the Hall of Records, one usually has a sense and/or sees others, but interaction is rare).
I turned to look to see who had called my name; once I saw her, I chuckled to myself. She appeared to be a cross between a human-size fairy godmother and a tie-dyed hippie from the sixties.
Yeah, seriously.
I asked her who she was and she told me that she was my guidance counselor. I asked, “As in High School guidance counselor?”
“Well, kinda” she replied. She continued on, telling me we hadn’t much time – we must hurry – as she herded me to a back room.
The only thing in the room was a round pedestal, large enough for me to sit on…which I did.
I sat cross-legged and looked up at my guidance counselor; she smiled and nodded.
She was the last thing I saw; I was suddenly engulfed in white Light. This was followed by blue white Light and finally a beautiful golden Light.
I felt centered and balanced once again.
After my massage, I headed over to the local co-op market.
As I walked down the chip aisle, I realized I never noticed how empty it felt before. Oh, there were people in the aisle, but it felt empty. Curious.
I went up another aisle to look for a particular extract; again, the aisle felt empty.
I headed over to the fresh produce aisle; as I turned the corner, I experienced a brightness and fullness – this aisle did not feel empty…it actually hummed.
I walked slowly, opened myself and asked my body what it wanted. When I reached the lettuce, I felt an uplifting sensation.
I turned my eyes towards the turnips, then beets, carrots, mushrooms (mushrooms were a definite “no” today…my body was very clear on this one), etc.
My body hummed at the lettuce and zucchini.
Okay then – this was new to me.
I was kind of observing myself – taking stock of what I was feeling and seeing.
I drove through lunchtime traffic to head home…no stress whatsoever.
I realized that not only did my body feel better from my massage, but all of me felt better.
I was no longer raw. I was at peace once again.
by Jan Toomer
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