Every Sunday, I teach a yoga class. At the end of it, I lead the participants through a relaxation, then let them be still and quiet for a bit.
Before I fully wake them up, I try to offer up something for them to think about. Usually, the inspiration for what to say comes from the ether: as I sit there, letting the class relax, I am struck with the motivation to say something - I don’t think it comes from me, these inspirational bits; they come from my guides or from the Universe or, maybe, even from God herself.
Today’s message was this: suicide bombings and genocide and poverty and hopelessness seem pervasive. It’s easy to feel small and insignificant and helpless in the face of the state of the world. You are NONE of those things. The light that you bring to the Universe is necessary and meaningful. True, you may not be able to singlehandedly solve the world’s problems, but the love that you give can ripple out into it in ways that you may never be aware. You can refuse to participate in the attitudes and behaviors that make the world scary and hard and dangerous. You can be a positive force just by being kind, or by smiling at someone who’s down, or by NOT saying that rude thing that just came to mind.
You matter, and it’s important that you ACT like you matter.
Before you fully wake them up? Like they are hypnotized? Oh MAN, would that be a temptation for me to run amok. “Now when you wake up you’ll feel refreshed, and always use your turn signals. What’s more, the males among you will stop wearing white socks with everything, and pull your pants up. You ladies- try to understand that men are friendly and hormonally challenged primates upon whom subtlety does not work. Now wake up and be nice to one another. Oh yeah, and overtip the instructor.”
Stucco is trying to slip in some subliminal messages. How about adding “You will not talk during movies.” Just for me? Please?
Very nice channeling! I LOVE it when this happens. I think it happens a lot more than most people know. I’m sad I missed that class. Thank you god of Chili!
I am often delighted by the channeling that I do in the still and quiet at the end of yoga classes. Of course, that doesn’t keep me from panicking when I sit down without a FRICKIN’ CLUE what to say when it’s time to wake them up. So far, though, I’ve never been left stranded and, every once in a while, I make myself cry. The Mother’s Day message was a doozie, as was the message about taking better care of ourselves than we do…