Do you ever open a book for insight, just grab it, crack it, read? My mentoring group has a book called “The Medicine Woman Inner Guidebook” by Carol Bridges. A few days ago, I just opened to a page. Wow! (Page 93) “SUNSET: Transformation, death, The ride through the dessert toward the setting sun.”
Terry Pratchett has a lot of his characters cross the black dessert with the book character Death, as they transition to the next step.
Sharing this could be like the “book club” journey. We haven’t started Stephen Levine’s book yet. I imagine there will be similarities.
Carol writes, “Affirmation: I accept the changes that will come through higher states of consciousness. All change works to bring about my freedom and my good. I let go and I am free.”
This reminds me of my diagnosis, and the quick acceptance my processing centers had with accepting death. It was like a quick re calibration. It was not difficult or painful. In fact, there was an ease and a relief to realizing that there is a marker. An ending. A new birth.
I believe there was always an impending death day, that it has been the same one, will be the same one that was marked by that Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnipresence that is science/God/spirituality/Universe.
In this knowing, I feel release. I feel acceptance. I notice the ability to see beauty in everything that sucks, or, rather that there is nothing wrong going in this world. We can all open our eyes to it. Small things. Big honors, like family and friends. It surrounds us. “I let go and I am free.”
Who knows what? That is becoming an issue. As more diagnoses have evolved, as more people have a baseline, it gets harder to remember what information has been passed. It is certainly not self evident what interpretations transferred into each person’s view. And there are pods of folks who don’t know, and that I cannot conceive of the right way to express the information. Ironic. Work knows. Friends don’t know.
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