I’m so much enjoying being online with members of the Evolutionary Collective Global Community. We often reach a consciousness together that includes all and loves all. Really, it’s addictive to be with other human beings in this expansive way, where I look through my laptop screen and see my brother or sister.
So … I was going to a concert last night at the St. Lawrence Centre for the Arts in downtown Toronto. It was a fundraising event for the Wounded Warriors, an organization committed to supporting veterans of combat, and first responders, who are walking the rough road of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
The concert started at 8:00 pm. Our EC call was scheduled from 7 to 8. Google Maps showed me that there was a small park across the street from the hall. “I’ll go there, be with my friends for fifty minutes or so, and then rush to my seat.” How strange, part of my brain said. Sounds like an addiction to me. And I guess it is – an addiction to loving.
I found a bench in a well-lighted area of the park. The Selfie view on my camera showed me that there was a lot of light falling on my face. In fact, there was a lot of light everywhere. The buildings were aglow, especially one which had a huge mural on its side, suggesting gift wrapping paper being pulled away to reveal the treasure within. Yes, the image was surreal. I thought of rearranging myself to offer a more neutral background but some deep part of me said no.
Just as the call was starting, with folks from all over showing up on my screen, a fellow came up to me:
“Can you spare some change?”
I said no.
“How about $20.00?”
“No, I don’t want to do that.”
“You need to give me money.” (A louder and closer voice)
“No thank you.”
His face contorted and he moved still closer.
I walked away … briskly.
I was carrying my phone as I escaped and no doubt the online folks experienced flashes of pavement and grass. A minute later, I was back to my spot and my aggressive companion was nowhere to be seen.
I guess my sudden departure scared people. Sorry, folks. “Nicole”, our hostess for the call, asked me if I was okay, if I was safe. I said yes, with a big sigh bubbling up.
Soon it was time for the 1-1 portion of the call. As I talked to “Ben”, my fear began to fade. We both marvelled at all the folks who were strolling by my bench. I worried that me holding up the phone would look like I was videoing them, but then that contraction also floated away.
Somehow, and magically, both Ben and I experienced Toronto strangers as a flow of brothers and sisters. They were with us, not against us. And the lights of all these buildings in downtown Toronto seeped into our collective hearts. I was the source of my well-being. The gentleman wanting money didn’t carry the day. I did. And there was goodness all around me.
I say no
An inclusive future beckons us