This morning, my Facebook feed announced three familiar deaths in the last twenty four hours. Not celebrities or politicians, but people we know, those we work, play, and live with. Fathers, coworkers, partners, sisters, lovers, friends. Humans are dying at what seems like a sudden, surprising, alarming rate.
As we grow up we meet more people.
The internet connects us with information, personalities, and stories beyond our neighborhoods.
Open talk and discussion of death is more prevalent than before in our lives.
There are more bodies on the planet than ever before.
All which lead to what seems like an obvious explanation as to why more people are dying.
Yet, there is more to it.
Humanity, mother nature, and the spirit world are in collaboration for great transition of our species, altering the known reality of life on earth. Our loved ones are "opting out" more frequently. Random accidents, fatal diseases, drug addiction and overdose, gun massacre, and exotic infections join old-age as a catalyst for returning to spirit form and relinquishing the skin and bones reality of life.
Every day now, either I know, or someone I know knows, a person who has died.
One degree of separation from death.
It's a little too close for comfort and can make us mad if we dwell on it for too long.
We are being scrambled into a cosmic soup that is the rebirth of our species, leaning on the threshold of a new revolution that will either reinvigorate us or facilitate human extinction. We are confused. Stubbornly we grip our beliefs and treasures and identities. Interpreting every new departure as a personal assault on our happiness, a thief of well being.
I promise you, this is NOT PERSONAL!
Their death is NOT ABOUT YOU.
Yes, be touched by their existence, let the love and the gratitude and the sadness and missing flow through. It hurts to be without their touch and yet they went the way of their own spirited inspiration. Let their choice for divine connection fuel passions and focus and the ability to help others. Because that is what our lover's death gives to humanity. They leave to make space for our expansion.
We are experiencing more deaths, transitions, and movement between the realms because Pachamama has to loose some weight. That means dropping bodies. So those complete with this experience, those at the end of their ropes, those so completely and terminally fulfilled with this human experience are raising their existential hands and saying "pick me!"
And, to each of them, I say Thank you!
Thank you for being a force of love and a presence that we will miss in our daily lives. And thank you for elevating your experience to the non-physical realm. And THANK YOU for still talking to us and watching over us and being a force for change from a place of weightlessness, void of human ego and earthly consequence.
Our dearly departed ask that we put Gratitude into the Grief.
They say "Miss me. And DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!
Expand into the space I left and love on for both of us.
And yes, be ready for more of us to leave you.
And continue to return to the gratitude and share it and become as HUGE as possible in your survivor-ship.
And always remember, I love you too!"
Thoughts on everyday Mysticism & the magic that permeates life when we think we aren't looking~
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