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Here Comes the Judge

I connected with a very wise dog the other day who talked about opening our eyes to things we’ve been blind to…things that are necessary for us to see in order to move forward and grow.

And so I’ve opened my eyes to something about myself. Lately I’ve been super-sensitive to political social media posts where there’s an absence of tolerance for the opposing view. To me, they seem like rants and attacks that are super closed-minded. How can anyone be so judgmental?

Then I started to think about how prior to my kidney stone surgery last month, I was terrified of the procedure. My fears mostly stemmed from my issues with Western medicine—I don’t like how it can treat the symptoms instead of the root cause, or tackle a health issue with a drug that has as many side effects (or more) as benefits. And as a Reiki master who works with healing energy every day, I was scared to get cut open by a surgeon who doesn’t work with the magic of the universe or talk to guides and angels for support. (My doctor had never heard of Reiki—he is a self-proclaimed man of science through and through.)

When I shared this fear with a friend of mine who’s a former nurse, but now works in the “woo-woo” world, she said, “Oh, no—you WANT a man of science in this case! You want the expert in his field. You want him to view you as the “the kidney stone in OR 3!” In other words, he shouldn’t have to focus on connecting to me or even being compassionate with me—his sole function needs to be on his technical skill.

Turns out, due to my doctor's expertise, the surgery went perfectly and eliminated one hundred percent of my back pain. And all I could do was thank him profusely for being the expert surgeon he is and for taking away my suffering.

I see now (from a front-row seat) that Western medicine has its place and that people outside of the woo-woo world play a key role in making this planet go ‘round. So I was being just as judgy as all of those political posts I referred to above. But that’s our challenge on this earth—we are constantly surrounded by contrasts and opposing views. And as humans, it’s easy to fear what’s different. It’s what we do in response to the fear that helps us grow…or not.

Yesterday I got in the elevator with a woman and a fluffy black dog named Ninja. As I was loving on him (as I do in elevators with dogs), the woman said to me, “He’s fifteen years old and has a pacemaker because of a leaky valve.” And as Ninja’s beautiful brown eyes locked with mine, I said, “Thank God for Western medicine.”

It’s all about the magic. 🙌

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