Dear Reader;
However we say it, these are times of loss. The magnification of cleansing energies and the global reach of information and images means that every day we are given an opportunity to place loss within the framework of our worldview, our faith.
On some days we grieve. On some days we are fragile and human. On other days we return to a larger truth, rooted in our acceptance of the shadow as catalyst, as a purposeful part of the whole.
This transmission arrived yesterday, on a day when I later discovered a dear friend was grieving a personal loss.
And war goes on, as it has since the dawn of humankind. Inner and outer, we forget so that we may remember again.
There is a secret no one will tell you because they fear you will misunderstand but we speak it now to show you the way toward the easing of the suffering you feel And the secret is this: If they love you they will bring you pain and you will grow
Just as the grief of loss strikes as a counterpoint measure to the love that once was present so too does the unerring power of love topple us into a state of vulnerability if we dare if we allow And from this place we must prepare to know the shadow which may manifest born of the fear that the truth of love is too great too magnificent to grasp So learn and grow we must
This very pain teaches us of the doubt within keeping us up at night keeping us angry distracted addicted and in denial The doubt that is our faithlessness our terror that death is real In each one of us lives the panic of emptiness afraid that we are nothing more than this pretence these lies Once we separated so that we could return We left so we could come home We forgot so we could remember We cry out Why have we forgotten how? Why have we come here bravely utterly blind naked birds sticky with bits of shell nothing to protect us as we forge a love indeed a great love only to watch it depart over and over again? How do we trust when Heaven is not even a memory to which we might return?
We say death has come and so I cannot touch him I cannot find her and all I want is to be back in their presence amidst all the safety comfort and delight of loving them That sensation of loving them as a communication a love which must be shared for in movement it is kept alive I was not meant only to be me I was born to be you too Without the human vessel our humanity and all our longing our deep desire to hold one another in knowing what it means to no longer to be separate to be without these compulsions of our human form How would we walk our quest to discover where does love lie? Where is meaning found?
Brother and sister nation and nation will go to war out of the habit of believing in death creating the very thing they fear the most in a stubborn refusal to simply accept what they most desire The fear of their own dying will drive them to kill when all along death waits patiently gracefully for us all Once we separated so that we could return We left so we could come home We forgot so we could remember But on the other side oh on the other side returning to that place from which we were born wherein lies all the knowing all the trust wherein fear is forgotten and every memory becomes ours once again In truth death brings us the greatest gift of all But do not expect this wisdom to take us away from every moment we have come here to live It is only our mistaken notions which fall away and all the rest of our glory our pure and eternal being is afraid of nothing in our immortality Once we separated as we are meant to return We left because we must come home We forgot for all joy lives in the remembering It is much simpler much more true to be One than to be many When the grieving is done