Had really quite something else in mind to post Sunday…it’s been in the works since January, yet the timing hasn’t been there, which I always find interesting.
Instead timing points me in this direction. I attended a memorial service Sunday, on my birthday. It’s not the first, but the second, time that’s happened. My great grandfather’s services fell on my 15th. This time, I wasn’t as willing to let grief drown out celebration. Tempered, but not muted. And with each warm birthday wish received, I noticed even more how loved I felt, blessed to know all who’ve touched my life. It was as though the loss illuminated the gain in a softer glow.
Along the line somewhere in my voracious reading and listening and learning, I came upon some of the Toltec teachings. In their view, and perhaps others’, we die to enter this dreamtime life, and the perceived death here is actually our re-birth back to origin. It’s a notion I’ve thought a great deal about at various times, and through that lens, I can more easily make sense of nonsense. How many of our nighttime dreams are nonsensical, afterall, and we don’t panic over them, instead easily dismissing each as being just a dream?
Having had a brush with death/rebirth at 33, stumbling into a pane glass door, taking a large shard that nicked an artery, there came a timeless moment of exquisite sweetness, and to lie down and just relax into it would have been the easiest thing in the world to do. Knowing that awaits has made every passing since then much easier to bear.
And then two years ago, I read from Cameron Day’s post, Tell the Lords of Karma You Are Sovereign, that the light we see (including the sweetness I felt), isn’t heaven or even a place that we’re entering…it is a return to our own full beingness! The “liararchy,” as he calls it, is right there to distract us, manipulating the scene, greeting us into the light, as if we’re arriving, thereby hijacking us and our experience back into the matrix! Dastards.
To know then, that what I felt was me, my essence, was a glimpse not just through the veil, but under the rug. Blinders off. This is huge, huge, huge. Please, I encourage you to read about The False Life Review, and all the other revealing realizations he shares in that particular post.
So, it isn’t toward the light we want to encourage departed ones to go, but to awaken to their beingness within their light bodies.
Intent is e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. We can, for a number of days following a passing, send encouragement to our loved ones to awaken, and see the manipulation. And, who knows, even for those who’ve long passed, why wouldn’t it be possible to send them wishes for their awakening, too? Time isn’t linear. Think pebbles in a pond. There is always a ripple effect dimensionally.
As we wind down the winter days in the northern hemisphere, the days of sleep are beginning to stir into spring’s new awakening. What shall we release, like doves into the sky, and what shall we call to us to create?
Heart love to you, xo
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