I’ve started going to the gym again. The inner gym, where I rebuild my awareness muscles. I’ve always been aware, watching myself, since I was a kid. But there’s something scary about that when you’re little, that constant eye. I didn’t have the resources to understand what it was, or how it could help me. It just felt like a spotlight I couldn’t step away from. I felt Raw. Naked.
Later, I found a path that made sense, began to understand my own consciousness, Oneness, cosmic connections, and I felt like I had a Superpower. Life was good. Until I took my eye off the ball and was gutted by a Tower moment. I watched it happen. I witnessed my own suffering but couldn’t do anything about it. My embodiment of compassion, apparently, was only so deep.
No one like the Devil to show you the way, personally, to a new and improved version of yourself. That first step into forgiveness feels like jumping off a cliff, the way the Fool does after he’s been around the World once or twice. I’m willing to take the leap, and I’m keenly aware of what I’m facing this time.
The Devil, should I need him, will be there along the way to remind me that Raw and Naked are just doorways to the Light. To the inner gym, as it were.
