Aura Readings of My Sumo Wrestler

Okay, he may not know he belongs to me in any way. Nor that I read his aura. Here’s how it happened.

He was waiting for the airport bus, just like me, only he was significantly larger and wore a blue silk outfit you won’t see guys wear back home in suburban Virginia.

I was standing with my greeter. “Reiko” had met me outside of customs, helping me navigate the way onto my ride from Narita airport to downtown Tokyo. Reiko wore smart high heels, a crisply cut black dress, and a sweet, shy smile. She was my first personification of pampering from VOICE, the company that has sponsored my latest trip to Japan.

This time, the bus was crowded. To find a window seat, I had to walk nearly all the way to the back. Settling in to my white-doilied seat in the immaculate conveyance, I saw “Yusei” come down the aisle. Nobody else seemed particularly impressed, but I was. And one look at his huge girth informed me that this man desperately needed a full double seat. Since none were left, I offered him mine. We smiled and bowed at each other and I moved nearby.

SECRET ADMIRER, ONE SEAT BACK, ONE SIDE OVER

All the better to watch him, to read him.

In a land where most people are slender and graceful, sumo wrestlers are revered. Within effective staring distance, I noticed that Yusei wasn’t fat, which was what I expected. Huge, yes. But this his was a  powerful, muscular build. I’ll also admit, I expected him to smell strange or, at least, sweaty in the way it is easy to be on a warm summer day when you weigh something like 300 pounds. Yet every inch of Yusei was fastidiously groomed, from the large sandalled feet to the straight jet-black ponytail folded over and clipped to his head.

But if Yusei’s enormous daintiness shocked me, that was nothing compared to his energy field.

• The huge projection at the Grounding databank at Yusei’s root chakra, of course I expect that.  He filled the bus.
• Equally, even exquisite large, however, was the Spiritual Connection databank.
• Power was hugely developed, of course, at the Solar Plexus chakra.
• At the Throat and Belly chakras, I could read the price Yusei had paid, the scars of his lifestyle/training. Whatever the glories of the Sumo path, it doesn’t encourage personal self-expression, joy, or spontaneity. Not for Yusei, anyway.

When we embarked at T-Cat, Yusei turned to me and said thank you again for giving him my seat. Would an American football star have bothered? Or would he have traveled alone, ignored on the bus but idolized by the national consciousness? This celebrity athlete and spiritual servant, unmasked with Deeper Perception, showed his true Sumo wrestler’s heart of humility.