Yesterday, at the gym, while I was very aware of my body ‘just not doing what I wanted it to do!’ I suddenly felt the presence of my guardian angels and found myself glancing at a lady I’d seen there many times before. She was busy racing from one machine to the next, forcing her tiny, and clearly anorexic frame to do as much as it could, as if she’d never be able to visit again. My heart went out to her but as my mind began to wonder what more of her story might be, my attention was drawn to a very toned, well-built man who growled as he lifted his heavy weights. He looked exhausted with a glazed look in his eyes and I couldn’t help noticing his relief as he let out an almost guttural sound, pushing his aching body towards it’s limit. ‘Did he really enjoy that?!’, I thought.
Then as I sat down on the leg-press, opposite me was a guy who offered a timid smile. I’d guess he had just begun his workout, I’d never actually seen him at the gym before, but the look on his face said it all – he didn’t want to be there but he was going to do his best to get through it as quickly as possible! He walked slowly away and I could feel the heavy weight he was carrying, both physically and emotionally.
I breathed a long sigh at the people around me, aware of the judgement I was making about what I saw, and then at the ways I wanted to help them…knowing that it was not my job to do so. And then, as if to remind me of something I’d heard Oprah Winfrey say years ago, the Angels spoke:
‘You all choose to do different things with your pain. It may look completely opposite sometimes, but it’s not so much. The individual story doesn’t matter when you remember that it’s all pain being expressed in various ways. And the judgement and separation, the ‘you’ and ‘them’ cannot exist when you remember you just chose to do something else with yours.’
Aha! So there it was. A timely reminder given to me, most likely, to shake me from the less than enthusiastic mood I get caught in every time I go to the gym. For a spilt second, as the angels’ presence multiplied in the room, and I saw each person’s light, I wanted to reach out to them and say ‘l love you!‘ but I didn’t. Instead I took it as a sign to stop my moaning and say ‘I love me too…’ After all, I’m pretty sure that’s what the angels were trying to point out: awareness and compassion goes a long way in lighting us up…and therefore, the world.
And by the way, it’s not ending today or on December 21st. If anything, it’s just beginning! So let’s stop the fear about what might happen and instead choose to live with compassion and kindness for ourselves and others. That’s revolution at it’s best, isn’t it?
Much love and blessings for 12.12.12 and onwards!