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This is a new series of posts I want to write. I have experiences with strangers all of the time that bring me to tears. I am a particularly open-hearted person, and I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve, but I believe that this kind of experience is available to everyone who can open themselves to it. Just takes a small dose of unity consciousness, and BOOM everyone is a part of your immediate family. I swear it really is that easy!
Anyway one day recently I was at one of my favorite neighborhood thrift shops. I haven’t shared much about my passion for thrifting (it’s treasure hunting, ya know?!) but I LOVE to go and browse what other people have discarded. There is so much magic in thrift shops if you ask me.
Well I’m browsing, doing my thing you know, and I cross the main aisle to the linens. There is a medium-height black man there, quite dark, with big bright eyes, pure aura, loving energy. He’s wearing a black ballcap with sequins on it, no joke. I could just feel him, and his beautiful heart was OPEN as can be.
We met eyes, and there was an exchange, I think he asked me how I was doing. I told him that I was doing well, enjoying my weekend. He then asked me if I was from here? A little jokingly I hesitated, saying, “well yes Texas, if that’s what you mean. Houston-area originally though. Unless….. do you mean Earth?” I laugh. He looks at me out of the side of his eye, catching me in my mischief, and he plays along, but says “Yeah, I meant Austin.” There was an easy, jovial energy between us. His heart was so open, and so was mine, and we just totally met, merging consciousnesses in pure love of each other as humans. Jeez! Even now writing this I am filled with such love for him. When this happens with strangers I am just so grateful. It reminds me of how much this world really is changing.
We were in passing though, and he was moving one way and I another. But there was a hesitance to separate. He came toward me with his hand outstretched and I stretched mine out to meet him, but then we realized it was a hug we were destined for. It was simple, beautiful, pure. We met bodies and hearts, and there was an instant knowing. A pure consciousness of Love between us. We met fully, wholeheartedly and I remember him just whispering, “Jesus. Jesus. Thank you. Thank you.” I merged with the feeling of unity consciousness. The hug must have lasted for 20 seconds or more, and we just stayed there, merged with all of the universe. It was just so rejuvenating, so glorious. I felt Jesus Christ himself there with us, right in the middle of this dusty old thrift shop. It was galactic. It was planned. And it was a remembering.
We parted with gratitude pouring from us. I remember he said that his mama was calling him, and I heard her say around the corner, “Wayne?” I can’t tell you how much I loved this man. How important he is to me. How incredibly grateful I am that he exists in this world. What a meeting to remember.
Always be open friends. Ya never know when you’ll meet a new family member. We out here ya know!