Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Wednesday Wish (44)*



She came to me through the darkness and the shadow, thru the echoes and the pain. I felt everything as if it were my own. And then… it was my own.

I sat in my car waiting for the ferry to take me to my island home. My daughter slept in the back seat. City lights shined on the harbor. Night had snuck in. I took a deep breath…and there she was.

She spoke to me as a feeling. Her essence clearer than most voices I hear every day. I could do nothing but weep. Crumble from the inside out. It was she.

            “Why me?” I asked. “Be with those who need you most….but not me.”
            “I’m with them, too. Always. There is no separation where I am.”
            I nodded. I understood. Somehow, I understood.
            “Why…why did you have to die?” I cried. “You were so loved, you are so missed. Hearts are broken.”
            “I was the only one who could show them, awaken them to their souls.”
            I was quiet, listening through my silent tears.
            “It was only me,” she said, “anyone else, the effect would have been entirely different. That day, that time, that place…it had to be then. It had to be me.”
            “Why? I don’t understand.” I pleaded.
            “For love.”
            “For love?”
            She was laughing. She was happy. I was hearing her and getting it. Getting it enough to share it with the souls that needed to hear it the most. “For love,” she said again, thru her smiles.
            “Tell them,” she told me, “tell them I died for love, love of their souls. It’s not about the rest. Not any of it. Tell them I am with them. Tell them to believe in deeper things, to sense deeper things, that when they do, they will find me there. I have never left. I could just do more for them from here. Tell them, Brynne, please tell them. Tell them to open their eyes, the eyes of their hearts, to see love in everything. To drop the cynicism and disbelief in 'hocus pocus'. I am not gone. I am not human anymore, but I never really was. None of us are. We’re energy, we’re souls. Tell them to awaken to the things I now know for certain. I have gone first to soften their lives in the now. But they have to let me. They have to hear what I am trying to say. Will you tell them again, Brynne, tell them what I have been trying to tell them all along?”
            “I will. I think they hear you already, but now, they will hear you even clearer. You are not gone, you are right here. And love is all there is...."

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Death. We are all headed there. But this week, my wish is that you begin to see death without its usual dark mask. While bodies may hurt and falter and even disintegrate into the earth, the We in we will never die. Because we aren’t our bodies. We are energy, we are our souls. So this week, I challenge you to begin being more of the You in you. Not for long. Maybe even just a few minutes at a time. But try to just be. Be with yourSelf, your beautiful Self. See that you are love in your core. Feel the warmth that you emanate from that core. And know that those around you are but love, too. Whether here or there, we are all soul, we are all love, we are all energies that will never die. Make that truth your own.

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Theirs was a soul family. But they didn’t yet know it. Oh yes, they felt it, but their minds, their minds blocked the depth of their paths. All except one. One who would sacrifice herself for her beloved friends. So finally, they would see…

*In honor of Lisa Mills

8 comments:

  1. For months now, I have been puzzling about bodies having souls or souls bodies. And I have felt like I was back in 9th grade algebra - way over my head yet within inches of understanding something that was so important, it was/is maybe THE most important thing of all. I will be puzzling more today on this, but I feel even closer to getting it. Thanks Brynne.

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    1. Sweet Michael....and just like algebra there are laws. At least one, anyway...one of Einstein's in fact...Energy cannot be created or destroyed.

      And are bodies having souls or souls having bodies really that different? Isn't it just about perpective? To me what matters is that you sense soul, an energy that is beyond our human form, beyond the confines of our limited human minds. Once we digest that as best we can, life takes on a more magical quality and maybe we can even begin to love more deeply:)

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  2. At 10, I feared death and the darkness it portended. At 11, I saw the possibility of greater things than I, and that death may not be dieing. At 12, death held no fear for me, and though I don't long to meet it sooner than needed, I am ready to drop this raiment of life when needed, and take up the mantle of the next part of who I am. Knowing there is no end, only others paths and loves, certainly makes it easier. I am not in a rush to open the door, but once I am closing it behind me, I quiver with joy at the possibilities unfolding before me, if I but turn around and walk away from the room just past. I can not see what is there, if I don't leave what is here.

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    1. You, my friend, are a very special human being to have such peace within at such a young age. No wonder your poetry moves so many of us to our core, no wonder your whimsy fuels our magic, no wonder your heart soars like so very very few....how blessed we who know you are to have even a little smidgen of you in our lives! Rough Water MAGIC John is more like it:)

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  3. I have never understood what frightens people so about death. I think that is why I have never understood religion...it is another phase of living, of being, and when it comes I think it comes for a reason. Maybe not one we understand...but we will.

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    1. I love you, Jo. I love your perspectives, the places your heart takes you, and the things you chose to share with the world. You ground me and give my wings lift. Not sure how you do it, but you do, dear soul...ohh, do you ever.

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  4. And I you Brynne. Death has always seemed such a natural progression to me. And while I have never believed in heaven or hell I don't believe it is over when we give up the fleshy bodies that mark our existence here. Like John I think there is such possibility behind the door we will all eventually pass through. I have no idea what awaits and while I will not rush to find out I find no reason to fear it as long as I know that while here I have lived to the fullest.

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    1. I agree, Jo. And I believe heaven to be something we are meant to create on earth. With love. Its all about love for me, dear Jo..just love:)

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