"I recently contemplated with a friend, the rather deep and emotive connections to our own mortality. A question we both concluded, quite profound – who will remember us in the years to come following our passing. Will we simply fade ...
"I recently contemplated with a friend, the rather deep and emotive connections to our own mortality.
A question we both concluded, quite profound – who will remember us in the years to come following our passing.
Will we simply fade into a routine like simply placing flowers, letting off balloons or fireworks for the first few years, and then with the perpetual onslaught of Father Time, will we simply fade into distant memories and forgetfulness.
I visit my father’s grave to share my thoughts with whatever essences of him may be nearby, and I am amazed at how so many graves lay unattended or unloved.
Have Times perpetual beat made their families forget?
Does the pace of modern living, condemn some of us to the vortex of forgetfulness?
It’s quite a momentous thought.
Is that all we are in the long run.
Distant memories – how can we stay present even when we are gone.
I myself use many platforms to narrate my thoughts, platforms for my kin in later years to review, connect and enjoy.
We are all simply floating within the ever flowing seas of life, and whatever we do can magnify our victorious ship, which steadfastly sailed within in tumultuous waters once we have passed to the next ethereal oceans in the deep blue skies.
Life has a way of reminding us we are only here for a short time.
When you celebrate Christmas this year, how many of us may only have 20 or so left?
A scary thought to contemplate but if we can face that profound truth, maybe it can inspire us to do more with our remaining time.
Time to instil wonderful moments and imprints upon those we meet in life.
Time to really live in the face of an ever ticking invisible clock.
I recently lost my younger sister, and with a heavy heart this theme is so pivotal in my thinking. Her life, be it short, will always be somewhere, still floating within the floating seas of time here on Earth.
As surreal as it seems, whether I inherited my mother’s gift of second sight, whether a near death experience in my teens made me more open to the unseen. I had a dream a few months ago, a visitation.
That dream compelled me to pen a short novel, a novel recounting the conversations I shared with someone out worldly. A deep conversation of hope in an ever-changing world. A world filled with pain and sorrow. A world needing something.
As a frequent lucid dreamer, and if you too lucid dream, you will know the spookiness of lucid dreaming. The realism, the interactions and conversations are so intense. So vivid and sometimes overpowering.
Do we really as some scientists are now pondering, visit other realms of reality as we dream?
As I sometimes wonder those surreal landscapes, the strange people I meet always leave an out worldly impression upon me as I wake.
Do we visit other realms, and simply disappear as we wake, leaving those citizens in awe at such a seemingly magical act of such majesty.
Can the dear departed visit us in such landscapes, and convey messages of hope and understanding?
All deep and philosophical questions of spirituality.
I have had unknown numbers of lucid dreams, but this one is the most profound – did I get a visitation to relay a message?
I suppose one day, beyond the stars, beneath gaze of the Supreme Being, I will know the truth.
The link is below if you chose to enquire!
Have a wonderful week and always remember – everyday is precious!
Create wonderful memories wherever you are – it’s how you really stay alive!"
10 December 2017