Remember that energy persists, love persists, knowledge persists, spirit persists and the bonds we form in each lifetime continue on and on, cycle through cycle, body through body, love to fear to love again. It doesn't make the pain of losing a loved one any easier, but is nonetheless so very important.
We fear that death is random, but I suspect that the truth is much grander and much more commonplace to our non-corporeal friends who surround us every day. We are afraid to believe that we are so important as to deserve such devotion, yet regardless of whether you believe death is fate or choice or dumb luck, it still strikes the living with that cold blade, clean and firm, final-feeling. In twenty or thirty or even a hundred years, it would probably feel the same.
It is supposed to feel that way though, isn't it? As the dark defines the light, so death helps define our lives.
I bet a part of your heart knows that death is definitely NOT final, not complete and is in fact only a separation that will be rejoined again, perhaps as it has been many times before, laughing in reunion at one's spiritual temple...."I got back first this time...." "Yeah, well you missed some good parties!" <laughs><hugs><plansfornextvisit>
I believe that the calling to be a soul that leaves others here in untimely death, especially in youth and in love is a high calling, a hard road, but an honorable one, and one that serves great purpose in our polar extremes of mortal coils and everlasting lifelights, emotional charges and spiritual vibrations.
We feel our own limits or lack thereof as we experience the limits of others, and through loss, we change our limits too, don't we? We want the enlightened change but not the loss, want to eat the meal, but not pay the chef--it is only human.
In my mind's eye, I see the love that surrounds each of us, both in this plane and from beyond. A part of me is called to say we are not alone in our daily lives~~decidely not alone!
Yet our attendance to life, especially after the death of a loved one, and our struggle for meaning in light of that loss are important. Our great fight to find light among the dark, even years after loss is also very important, and so very cherished and blessed by those not in physical form who witness it.
You are lifted up and made light, even when you feel heavy and dark.
The lessons of non-limitations come fleetingly to our fractured and distributed minds, and for many, those lessons may never be susceptible to expression in words. But the lessons come in our lives all the same, percolating in the frontal cortex and sweating up our palms, populating our dreams and mashed up in our tears.
With nary a care for the burnt hole left in us by our loss, death crashes the party, and decades later it still casts its shadow, urging our cynicism as it whispers in our ear that the Gods are as dead as our loved one...But they are not.
For love can conquer fear as the cycle of true life remains unbroken, complete with or without our understanding. The universe continuously foists choice and opportunity to each of us blessed enough to be alive and aware, so even among death, life goes on.
Be present and know that you are loved, and I believe the greatest good will unfold for you. All other meaning is transient until the reunion, so comfort yourself in the uncertainties.
For some things are not to be understood, but simply to be experienced, to be alive within. To be in this place at this time is enough. Anything more is bonus.
So play in your body, and celebrate each moment of your trip with remembrance--but even more with imagination and gratitude. Perhaps your journey through the death of a loved one will surprise you with a feeling that overcomes your sense of loss with a hope that tempers grief with faith in the wisdom of that All That Is.
Through equalization, peace and perhaps communion with the non-corporeal that is constantly surrounding us, aware of our feelings and seeking to join in comforting grace with us, reunion is more than possible. It is promised. It is real.
But the promise of a loved one, already lost or still here, is always never further away than the opening of our own hearts to the silent part of us that chooses to be silent no more.
It doesn't change a thing about our loved one being gone too soon and having left this time in too hard a way, but then again it could also change everything, couldn't it?
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