My friend, Stephany had taken me there as an intro to Yoga, and after we had class, because it was so dim; I could not see anything and felt her leave the immediate area. I spent a few minutes looking for her (it was also raining and approaching dark, so I could not see much out there either); and concluded that she must have run off to her next class engagement. Despite the rationale and on the surface level that she needed to go to her next class; I felt left behind, abandoned, which brought up really deep thoughts and what may be old memories that weighed me down as I put on my jacket and walked in the rain towards the STM Metro station.
I hopped onto the Green line for a few stops, then got off at the Green / Orange junction station to catch the Orange line towards Montmorrency. The metro was really crowded and I held onto one of the triple steel-posts as the train departed the station. I saw many people stream off and onto the train, and as usual, some registered energetically with me, and felt the flash of many emotions as their energetics unravel themselves to me to tell me their story - something of them. Then suddenly, a elegantly dressed man with a long brown coat, a grey and black scarf with all manner of water patterns in exquisite design; and an old 1930s style fedora-like hat with an intensely bright royal purple and candy red feather sticking out from it; stepped onto the train. The energetic from the guy was INTENSE, his face reminded me of an actor I really love - Morgan Freeman, and his manner of dress, ESPECIALLY his feather atop the fedora kept drawing my eyes.
I stared at him and unraveled his energy for a while - the emotion I felt from him was predominantly that of Joy form the Highest Self, of extreme Faith and Trust; and that God's favor was upon him like a ray of Golden Light bathing him in its loving warmth; and the resulting glow is of Blessing that radiates out like a sphere of energy. This was wrapped around a man who is unaware of his favor and is going through life day-to-day that somehow remains happy when his world is that of suffering. Wow! What a uplifting experience and energetic I felt from him! After a few stops, the crowd thinned out and this Blessed Man sat down, and I saw an empty seat next to him, and the seat actually faced him. I hesitated for a moment, as my shyness welled up; and finally worked up the nerve to sit next to him. He looked out of the window a bit, and I studied him for a while - elegant dress, truly exquisite design on his scarf, about 90% similar look to Morgan Freeman; and finally I noticed his large golden wristwatch on his left hand.
At this point, I knew without a doubt that this was a Blessed Man before my eyes, and I greeted him with "Hey brother, how's it going?". We strike up a conversation and quickly established that he did speak English. He grew up on an island off the coast near Montreal, and had moved to Montreal 40 years ago. I asked him how his life was, and he shrugged, and indicated that he is alive and Grateful - confirming what I read from him. I respond with something to the effect of God's favor being always around the corner and waiting to bathe us in its warmth; and we launched into a religious dialog until it was time for him to get off the train - two stops before my own stop at Sauve.
I felt immediately better once I started to talk to that Blessed Man, and realized that whatever I felt at the time at my lowest; was a mirror of what Stephany must have felt. I resolved to call her after I get back to the place I was staying at, and catch up - by that time I reasoned, she would be out of classes for the day. After a few days of knowing Stephany, I knew that she mirrored me in that she also experienced abandonment / rejection in her life; as have I; and that we both spent a significant amount of our lives living from our minds; being intellectuals at the core.
As I was thinking all this, I missed my stop at Sauve, and ended up getting off at one stop later, and as I slowly and ponderously walked up from the unfamiliar station upstairs, I was greeted with what seemed to be a Bus hub. It was raining really hard at this point, and I felt the need to take out my phone and look up the GPS / map to get my bearings and figure out a course to get back "home". As I held the phone in my hand, searching for the appropriate app, the phone rings, and it is Stephany. She asked where I was, and I told her that I started to go back towards "home" and thought that she had rushed off to her next engagement. In actuality, she had stepped outside for a few moments, and when she returned, the others indicated to her that I had left. She was angry at the time because she felt the need to talk about her yoga experience and other things. So the mirror thought of abandonment was confirmed. OOPS, here I went again, making the assumption, when I could have waited a few more minutes or called her. Turns out she had an hour gap between engagements and started towards her next class. We talked for a few minutes while I relayed to her my side of things, and a bit about this experience with the Blessed Man.