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.
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