As a humanity we are coming to more of an understanding of our energetic world, that part of us where we know we sense things that are not seen with the physical eye. The wider population is coming to accept that this is so even if we do not as yet fully understand the part it plays in our everyday living. Recently I had my first experience of an Elder’s Expo and was reminded of how there is always a choice.
The morning was experienced as vibrant and joyful whilst interacting with visitors and stallholders alike. However, as the morning passed by I started to feel different and observed my own bodily configurations changing. It became apparent how the influence and escalation of the additional outside energies impacted my sense of connectedness and stillness within.
The intensity was felt of what could not be described as a supportive energy, and this energy magnified as the continuous wave of visitors and members entered the Club premises where the Expo was being held over several meeting rooms. There were additional activities in other parts of the building complex where regular patrons engaged in their own chosen social behaviours including ‘11.00 a.m. imbibing’, the popular game of bingo and playing the poker machines.
I did not initially recognise that this energy was having an effect on my own sense of tenderness and vulnerability thus allowing a feeling of raciness to enter my body and take up residence in my own energy field instead of my allowing it to pass through and continue on its way.
This played out its part while I continued to walk around the many stalls and ultimately, unfortunately allowing the choice of the curiosity of the human spirit to wonder at the supposed medical benefits of a vibrating floor device on display. Halting, I watched and listened to the person speaking, and in an instant was unwittingly seduced to satisfy this curiosity around the portended benefits to the ageing population.
The allure of the idea of and the desire to stimulate a weary body was a key point to seemingly health benefits in reference to increasing blood flow and offering an easy solution to the general sedentary life that many may find themselves in after downsizing from their large homes and need-full garden chores.
Curiosity was peaked and thus I allowed myself to be persuaded first to sit with feet on this device as it vibrated, then to stand for a minute or so while the rhetoric was generously shared. Why was it that the choice was made to not step down off this platform recognising that I had in that instant of curiosity been ‘hooked’?
Had that choice momentarily misplaced any sense of self-nurturing or tenderness for my body, and instead allowed a heightened state to take hold as the dialogue informed that it was recommended by some in the medical industry?
In that instant did the mind, that part of each of us that is not as yet connected to our inner heart, imagine that this tool may provide a solution to fulfill a requirement for my own vascular/lymphatic system and serve as a substitute for the muscle toning routine previously suggested by a trusted practitioner, and that this device could more easily support core and back muscles without the commitment of going to the gym or on beach walks for improved blood flow?
Was I looking for the easy way out – perhaps a bit of comfort and without any true responsibility? Where was my tenderness?
Where did my innate knowing disappear to – the knowing of what was truly self-nurturing and a self-loving choice? Why did I allow myself to be persuaded to stand on this vibrating platform even if only for a minute or two?
The result of this unfortunate decision to do so was soon felt as a very obvious disturbance in my body. The difficult word to pronounce ‘discombobulated’ sprang to mind as I walked away.
My entire body soon felt like one of those windscreens that do not actually break when hit by a stone but shatter in cube style pieces – even homogenised where the whole has been shaken up to an unfamiliar and unrecognisable reconfiguration. Where was the tenderness for my body, my vehicle of expression, my divine self? It seemed that I had momentarily misplaced it in the choice of following the curiosity of the mind, of the human spirit.
Thereby another opportunity lovingly presented. A lesson recognised relative to what is, and what is not ‘tenderness’ in expression, whilst simultaneously recalling a saying from my childhood ‘curiosity killed the cat’. It may not have been a cat in this little sharing, but an opportunity to be reminded where the activity of curiosity can indeed bring us undone - much more loving to be aligned with ‘The Joy of Ageing, Esoterically’ and not be seeking for ways and means or devices outside of ourselves to feel whole and truly healthy.
It seems that despite our choices, patterns and behaviours we are always divinely held no matter how often we have revisited them in our many lives, and it appears it is for each of us to feel the responsibility in caring for this gift, our body, as we go around and around back to the same spot over and over again returning with each cycle a little closer to who we truly are and to where we belong.
I thank God for another opportunity to re-member and I thank Serge Benhayon for being here to remind us all yet again that we are indeed the Sons of God and that there is another way to live, The Way of The Livingness, right up to our last breath serving the Divine Plan.
Roberta H., Australia