A SENSE OF FORM X MOVEMENT
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MANHATTAN 110TH STREET FACING THE PARK -IT WAS THE 20S
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NO PEACE IN DUALITY X ONLY PEACE IS BEYONG RAGA DWESA
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ENERGY OF A DYNAMO
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HOW MUCH LYF WE MAKE , HOW MUCH ARE MADE BY CIRCUMSTANCES
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TO MAKE COMPLICATED THINGS COMPREHENSIBLE
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DTH OF A SALESMAN BASED ON UNCLE OF ARTHUR MILLER
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ITS ALRIGHT. I CAME BACK
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MASTERED THE RAIN, COOLED THE SUN
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WILLY LOMAN
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TRAGEDY OF AN ORDINARY MAN
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PAST CRASHING IN TO OVERWHELM HIS MIND
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DAMAGED MEMORY
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ILLUSION V REAL
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TRAGIC SCHEME = PSYCH REALITY X SOCIAL REALITY
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TRAGEDY IS MORE OPTIMISTIC THAN COMEDY- ULTIMATE CONRONTATION WITH REALITY
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MILLER , DRAMATIST SINCE HENRIK IBSEN
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QUORA
I have experienced contacts with my husband, my mother, and my dog after their passing. The strongest and most frequent connection was with my dog.
With my husband and my mother I really did get a sense of them kind of 'keeping an eye on me' from time to time; wanting to check in to see how I was doing. Neither of them showed me any grief about what had happened, and I sensed that they didn't grieve for me or miss me in the way we miss those who have passed. Their short visits just seemed like a 'hello, I thought I'd just drop in and see how you are' kind of thing. There was love. yes, but not any grieving sadness.
With my dog, especially at first, I sensed that she wanted to be near me a lot because she felt happy in her familiar environment with me. She was happy enough, and her love really shone (I don't mean a literal visible light...but a light in the Heart) I sensed no sadness from her.
After a while her visits weren't as frequent, but she would still turn up pretty regularly. I am very sensitive to her presence, and when she was gone, she was definitely not with me. I took that to mean she had fully transitioned in a healthy way.
Yet she visited approximately once a month, sometimes more often. Every time she turned up there was just a joy with her, and that 'light of love'. No grief at all.
Yet there were a handful of times when I did sense something slightly 'poignant'. I honestly don't know if that was because she was missing me, her earth life, or whether it was that she was feeling my missing her! That feeling was brief and full of love, and not a heavy emotion at all. It could have been a kind of compassion.
As more time went by I had a sense of her discovering more about herself, and not wanting to visit quite as frequently, so I guessed she had fully and happily adapted to her new life. She does still return occasionally; maybe 3 times a year now. What is remarkable is that she initiates her visit, and it shows me she is clearly able to remember.
This has shown me that we are inclined to underestimate animals while they live here. When they cross they are Souls just as we are, and are capable of all kinds of reflections, memory, and purpose.
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EE HEAD HUNGER V STOMACH HUNGER
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LIBERAL ARTIST V POPULAR FASCISM
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D LAMA - DEAR FRIEND, MY ENEMY
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