Making myself communicate again 🙂 Sometimes I am full of thoughts, write an entire blog post in my mind, but I just can’t put it on paper. I have been having highs and lows lately, and if I wait just a few minutes to begin writing then I find myself in a low again and unable to say a word. I actually just caught myself clenching my lips together as I type this. I guess it will be forced out via my fingertips!
I have a phrase on my lips that I just can’t shake so here it is…Death, it’s what’s for dinner. What that means exactly I have no idea, but, there has been a lot of death and sickness lately. I continue to see people who have “mystery” illnesses who get sicker by the day. A 9 year old boy a few streets over from us died of leukemia less than a week ago. He is the third seriously ill child that I know of, including Erin, and I think there was a fourth that I heard about just after her body died. Several folks have died lately, and my father in law is seriously ill, Shaun’s aunt is seriously ill, an old friend is seriously ill, someone’s sister is seriously ill, the list goes on.
And look, before someone reminds me that their soul self is alive and well somewhere, and happy and healthy, etc. blah blah, yes I know that. I am not the least bit worried for those who have shed their bodies. In fact I suspect they are elated to be free of those shackles. But those of us left behind in the prison of time and space, well, we have a long sentence to serve before we are able to see those we love so dearly again. That and, the instances of death over and over really wear you down and keep those PTSD movies playing over and over. It’s not very joyous for the rest of us.
And that brings me to a funny thought that also won’t leave until I put it in print. Festivus…for the rest of us. Yeah I love Festivus, but in this case, it is giving me/us a specific message. I’ve written several times about joy, making a joyful noise (frequency/vibration), etc. So what is spirit asking the rest of us to do? Festivus sort of sounds festive and joyful doesn’t it? It’s telling us to be joyful. Now that’s a tall order considering we are sad and miserable, and in some cases worse than that. But I promise you that it’s achievable.
I didn’t think so for a long time, but I told Erin just this week that hey, I have achieved joy again. It’s different than I thought it would be. I still feel the same range of emotions and sometimes all at once. She is missing from the joyous occasions, but I have successfully reached the vibration of joy and maintained it even for an extended period. So what now? The only answer that I receive when I ask is a strong feeling to extend joy to all of you and make it a joyous grid around the world. Sounds so simple, LOL!
But right now I am tired, and a little weepy. Last night I awoke to pee and immediately heard a verse from Baa Baa Black Sheep. Erin used to sing “Have you any wolves?” When I told her it was wool when she was about 3 years old, she got mad and cried. I don’t know why but it made me so sad that I nearly couldn’t go back to sleep.
Still, I have neglected to share some joyous occurrences. Last Friday I was rebooting my Comcast router, which is upstairs in a room across the hall from her room, and as I pulled the cord I said I Love you Erin (out loud). As I turned to leave the room, the television had come on. Keep in mind that the cord I pulled had nothing to do with the TV, and all of our remotes were in a box on the coffee table. I thanked her for doing that for me. Then a few nights later, I woke up to see her in the doorway looking in at us, in a bathrobe, just like she used to do sometimes when she was seeing if we were awake. I sat straight up in bed and as my conscious mind took over her image faded. But I wasn’t afraid and welcome more interaction.
Our loved ones aren’t that far away, but it’s in an octave (dimension) that we don’t have physical access to yet. If you are missing someone, make sure to remember that and don’t let them go from your heart. No, you can’t go on as if they are living with you, but do go on as if they are alive because they are, waiting on us to be able to see them again.
With that I am pooped. Namaste, Nutsmaste, Love and Blessings, #missingerin and #LovingErin <3