Guest guest Posted July 11, 2002 Report Share Posted July 11, 2002 nde, "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: >Tonight I received word from my father that he was diagnosed with terminal cancers of lungs and bones. …Ananda Ananda Om Guru Om Now i submerge in Thy Sea. Terminal Bliss – This. This Death Kiss. Tonight I heard word >From my father. >From my Father. Father's Falling Farther, Farther Than he's ever fallen In falling into me. >I love my father very deeply, more than I can ever fathom. …This Love for Your father will deepen, More deeply then the Love Hanuman had For Rama. You will tear openYour chest. Your Father will be there, Your Father Is there, sitting inside. Equanimity, Poise, Poised for the plunge Into Nothingness. The Emptying Into Emptiness Everywhere Emptiness. >He is going to die. …He is Dead. A Death's Head Grinning At the Living. He Is God. Her Is Christ. He Is Guru. He Is You. I Am You. I Am Death Loving You. >He is afraid. …HE is not afraid. We are not afraid. Fierce Lion, Beautiful Father, Holding Death Holding him In Its paws. The trembling deer Acquiesces gratefully Into Grace Unfathomable. >I will be with him, and we will not be afraid. He has always been curious. His curiosity has always impressed me. We will be curious together about this thing. …The curious thing about this Death and dying is that You will not be afraid. The deeper he is pressed into the Heart Of Death, Into Death's Heart, The more curious You will become. >It is, after all, a mysterious light, is it not? As it reveals itself, it turns out to be much more than belief might have us think, especially at the moment of the death of belief. …The Light is the Mystery of Death.. Mystery Lights every moment as It approaches with Wonder, with Bewilderment, with Awe. With Awe. When my father died In my arms, Breath left both of us At the Moment of Surrender. The Grand Immensity Lit up the Universe in the room Where we embraced Death Together. One Lifting – One Plunging past the One racing into the Arms of the Infinite. >Once done, any further death is not taken quite as seriously – even death's. …I can only say, "Yes, Beloved. Yes." Saying anything more than that Diminishes the "Yes, Beloved, Yes." >This is the way of death, this the way death dies: There is a sound, Heard in the Heart. …The Sound splits the ground Luminosity of the Heartbreaking Beauty that will take You, take You, take our father into the Moment of a Silence not Silent. So Still the Real Presents ItSelf As >Silence. …Peace Incomprehensible. Beyond That. >Glory to Him! …Death – Gloriously Beautiful, The Beautiful Beloved One! LoveAlways, B LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 16, 2002 Report Share Posted July 16, 2002 Dear Friends, I thought it had been relayed to you, but in reviewing the posts here, I see that it hasn't. On Thursday night, I visited my parents to check in on my father. As mentioned, he was just diagnosed with terminal cancer. After supper, my mother Rosemary collapsed in the pantry. I found her there when I went to check on her. She was facedown on the floor. I rolled her over. I looked into her face. I was facing death. Her eyes were fixed. She had stopped breathing. I attempted mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. It was unsuccessful. I called an ambulance. The paramedics arrived, but could do nothing. I saw her rise to the ceiling. "Hi Mom!" The ambulance took her to the hospital. I went with them. She was in a coma. The Chaplain approached, thinking to comfort me. I told him the truth. He wept, then he went to tell his friends. The neurologist arrived Friday afternoon. He told us what we already knew. We removed the life support. I watched her finally leave. I followed her into the Light. She knows now. If you don't, soon you will. In the past few days, much has been revealed. The transformation is inexpressible, except to say that there was something within me before which is no longer. I will not be speaking here again for some time. I wish you all well. Tomorrow, I will deliver a eulogy at her catholic funeral. I share it with you all here, as a parting word. Usually, whatever we say about another person is based upon our interpretations of them -- an image we form about who they are. Who and what that person truly is, however, is ultimately an infinite Mystery, about which nothing can really, finally be said. The only thing we are ever trying to protect, or resolve, or defend, or preserve, is an image we have of ourselves, or an image we have of one another. Based largely upon our particular conditioning (which is merely the stories we have been told by others, trying to describe a Reality that resists description), we come to develop beliefs. We develop beliefs about the world and how it works, beliefs about life and death, beliefs about God, and often, beliefs about all that ridiculous nonsense we have bought into regarding sin, and guilt, and judgement, and our own unworthiness, and humanity's separation from God. These beliefs begin to constitute an identity, or sense of self, and seem to imply a destiny of independence and separation in a world of other, apparently separate and independent beings. In fact, as Rosemary realizes now, we have never been separate or independent – we are totally inter-woven with everyone and everything. Everything we do or even think affects the whole fabric of life, and Rosemary is a beautiful example of how one person's loving heart can touch thousands. All of us here today can attest to that touch. We have mistakenly come to believe that "we" are living this life, and consequently that we must manipulate circumstances in order to survive and be happy. If we pause for a moment in true honesty, however, we can see that it is Life that is living us, and the measure of our resistance to life is also the measure of our suffering. Happiness has always been our birthright. However, we tend to superimpose our beliefs on life -- our image of the way we think it should go -- and so we struggle. Sometimes, at the moment of death for example, we can stop, and just wonder in awe at the very appearance of anyone and anything – at the beauty, the poignancy, the mystery, and, at last, the complete unknow- ability of any of this thing we call life, and this thing we call death. The mind wants to wrap itself around this Mystery -- to somehow grasp it -- but it can't, because the mind itself is appearing within this Mystery. My beloved Family and Friends: I can assure you – without the slightest hesitation -- that Rosemary is resting in the most unimaginably Loving Light, the same Loving Light that is the Destiny of all of us. In fact, This Loving Light is our present and intimate Condition, if only we were to let go and surrender all that we believe is separating us from that Light of Love. The truth is always shining radiantly – we only need to let go of what is not true. This Love, This Light, is appearing perpetually as everything, everywhere, and yet It is, in essence, only the most beautiful Light of Love, and Rosemary is completely joyous and at peace in this Light. We can all rest in this same Light, this Mystery. There is only Love, and what is still waiting to recognize itself as Love. There is only Love, and what is still waiting to recognize itself as Love. Now, Rosemary recognizes who and what she is, and so shall we all. And so shall we all. In truth, we can let this same recognition in right now, we can welcome it, or we can postpone it by clinging to the point of view of limitation and belief. In any case, it's all OK. It's all perfectly …. OK. The Truth does not depend on our acceptance. Even though things may seem to argue against this acceptance, it's all still … perfectly …OK. Even though there may appear to be separation, unhappiness, fear, despair, confusion, bitterness, frustration and anxiety – It's All OK. Every river pours into this same ocean – the luminous ocean of the Love that we Are. Sometimes the river, which flows as one, spills over a waterfall and bursts into millions of individual drops of watery life. These glistening drops fall through the air for a brief moment, only to inevitably splash down and resume their unity with the river's flow. The river itself flows on to the sea, from which it is never separated. It can also be said that we are like the sky -- the endless immaculate sky. Clouds come, clouds go. The sky does not change. We are not the clouds – we are the sky. The sky is our home. We came from the sky, and to the sky we return -- this sky of pure Consciousness! this indescribable Light of Love! Every thought that arises, every emotion, every belief or notion about how things are -- even our very sense of self -- arises like clouds in the clear blue sky. But we are not the clouds. We are the sky. At night, when we go outside and look up, we can see what we really are. There are billions upon billions of stars – pinpoints of reflected light – enormous galaxies that appear in time, and in time disappear. The vastness -- the limitless space in which they all appear -- is not changed by their appearing and vanishing. It is timeless. In Truth: That Eternal Vastness, That Grand Immensity, is who and what we Are! It is what remains, when all that we appear to be gives way at last to what we actually are: Infinite Peace! Infinite Silence! Pregnant with every possibility, but never confined to any possibility. For a brief moment, this Vastness seems to appear as Rosemary, as Emmet, as me, as you. For a moment, it appears and expresses itself in each and every form, both visible and invisible. Some call it God, some call it Spirit, some call it the Self of all, some call it Love. It is un-nameable, but closer than your own heartbeat. It is That which Is, and It is That which is living everything, everywhere. Every form vanishes eventually. What remains is this Mystery, this Vastness. It is the incomprehensible Bliss of Being Itself. We each and every one of us know, in our hearts, that this Bliss is Only Love. It is the very Light in which Dear Rosemary now swims, utterly Free and Serene. In our heart of hearts, we know who we are. In our hearts, we know where we come from. And in our hearts, we know where we go. Don't fear death – Welcome it. God Bless you all! 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Guest guest Posted July 16, 2002 Report Share Posted July 16, 2002 Thank you Robert, I will greatly miss your posts. You are always a laser to me, uncanny! You always unfailingly say exactly what I need to hear! love, Shawn ================== on 7/16/02 7:33 AM, hrtbeat7 at hrtbeat7 wrote: Dear Friends, I thought it had been relayed to you, but in reviewing the posts here, I see that it hasn't. On Thursday night, I visited my parents to check in on my father. As mentioned, he he was just diagnosed with terminal cancer. After supper, my mother Rosemary collapsed in the pantry. I found her there when I went to check on her. She was facedown on the floor. I rolled her over. I looked into her face. I was facing death. Her eyes were fixed. She had stopped breathing. I attempted mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. It was unsuccessful. I called an ambulance. The paramedics arrived, but could do nothing. I saw her rise to the ceiling. "Hi Mom!" The ambulance took her to the hospital. I went with them. She was in a coma. The Chaplain approached, thinking to comfort me. I told him the truth. He wept, then he went to tell his friends. The neurologist arrived Friday afternoon. He told us what we already knew. We removed the life support. I watched her finally leave. I followed her into the Light. She knows now. If you don't, soon you will. In the past few days, much has been revealed. The transformation is inexpressible, except to say that there was something within me before which is no longer. I will not be speaking here again. I wish you all well. Tomorrow, I will deliver a eulogy at her catholic funeral. I share it with you all here, as a parting word: Usually, whatever we say about another person is based upon our interpretations of them -- an image we form about who they are. Who and what that person truly is, however, is ultimately an infinite Mystery, about which nothing can really, finally be said. The only thing we are ever trying to protect, or resolve, or defend, or preserve, is an image we have of ourselves, or an image we have of one another. Based largely upon our particular conditioning (which is merely the stories we have been told by others, trying to describe a Reality that resists description), we come to develop beliefs. We develop beliefs about the world and how it works, beliefs about life and death, beliefs about God, and often, beliefs about all that ridiculous nonsense we have bought into regarding sin, and guilt, and judgement, and our own unworthiness, and humanity's separation from God. These beliefs begin to constitute an identity, or sense of self, and seem to imply a destiny of independence and separation in a world of other, apparently separate and independent beings. In fact, as Rosemary realizes now, we have never been separate or independent – we are totally inter-woven with everyone and everything. Everything we do or even think affects the whole fabric of life, and Rosemary is a beautiful example of how one person's loving heart can touch thousands. All of us here today can attest to that touch. We have mistakenly come to believe that "we" are living this life, and consequently that we must manipulate circumstances in order to survive and be happy. If we pause for a moment in true honesty, however, we can see that it is Life that is living us, and the measure of our resistance to life is also the measure of our suffering. Happiness has always been our birthright. However, we tend to superimpose our beliefs on life -- our image of the way we think it should go -- and so we struggle. Sometimes, at the moment of death for example, we can stop, and just wonder in awe at the very appearance of anyone and anything – at the beauty, the poignancy, the mystery, and, at last, the complete unknow- ability of any of this thing we call life, and this thing we call death. The mind wants to wrap itself around this Mystery -- to somehow grasp it -- but it can't, because the mind itself is appearing within this Mystery. My beloved Family and Friends: I can assure you – without the slightest hesitation -- that Rosemary is resting in the most unimaginably Loving Light, the same Loving Light that is the Destiny of all of us. In fact, This Loving Light is our present and intimate Condition, if only we were to let go and surrender all that we believe is separating us from that Light of Love. The truth is always shining radiantly – we only need to let go of what is not true. This Love, This Light, is appearing perpetually as everything, everywhere, and yet It is, in essence, only the most beautiful Light of Love, and Rosemary is completely joyous and at peace in this Light. We can all rest in this same Light, this Mystery. There is only Love, and what is still waiting to recognize itself as Love. There is only Love, and what is still waiting to recognize itself as Love. Now, Rosemary recognizes who and what she is, and so shall we all. And so shall we all. In truth, we can let this same recognition in right now, we can welcome it, or we can postpone it by clinging to the point of view of limitation and belief. In any case, it's all OK. It's all perfectly ... OK. The Truth does not depend on our acceptance. Even though things may seem to argue against this acceptance, it's all still .... perfectly ... OK. Even though there may appear to be separation, unhappiness, fear, despair, confusion, bitterness, frustration and anxiety – It's All OK. Every river pours into this same ocean – the luminous ocean of the Love that we Are. Sometimes the river, which flows as one, spills over a waterfall and bursts into millions of individual drops of watery life. These glistening drops fall through the air for a brief moment, only to inevitably splash down and resume their unity with the river's flow. The river itself flows on to the sea, from which it is never separated. It can also be said that we are like the sky -- the endless immaculate sky. Clouds come, clouds go. The sky does not change. We are not the clouds – we are the sky. The sky is our home. We came from the sky, and to the sky we return -- this sky of pure Consciousness! this indescribable Light of Love! Every thought that arises, every emotion, every belief or notion about how things are -- even our very sense of self -- arises like clouds in the clear blue sky. But we are not the clouds. We are the sky. At night, when we go outside and look up, we can see what we really are. There are billions upon billions of stars – pinpoints of reflected light – enormous galaxies that appear in time, and in time disappear. The vastness -- the limitless space in which they all appear -- is not changed by their appearing and vanishing. It is timeless. In Truth: That Eternal Vastness, That Grand Immensity, is who and what we Are! It is what remains, when all that we appear to be gives way at last to what we actually are: Infinite Peace! Infinite Silence! Pregnant with every possibility, but never confined to any possibility. For a brief moment, this Vastness seems to appear as Rosemary, as Emmet, as me, as you. For a moment, it appears and expresses itself in each and every form, both visible and invisible. Some call it God, some call it Spirit, some call it the Self of all, some call it Love. It is un-nameable, but closer than your own heartbeat. It is That which Is, and It is That which is living everything, everywhere. Every form vanishes eventually. What remains is this Mystery, this Vastness. It is the incomprehensible Bliss of Being Itself. We each and every one of us know, in our hearts, that this Bliss is Only Love. It is the very Light in which Dear Rosemary now swims, utterly Free and Serene. In our heart of hearts, we know who we are. In our hearts, we know where we come from. And in our hearts, we know where we go. Don't fear death – Welcome it. God Bless you all! LoveAlways, b ==================== Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 19, 2002 Report Share Posted July 19, 2002 My thoughts are with you... And I do understand the deep complexities that you are going through...no preparation or philosophy can erase the pain of losing a close loved one. My parents passed on within two years of each other, my father first in 1982. Sometimes I miss the most mundane things, like being able to take them to lunch or to visit on a weekend afternoon. There are times I wish I could just stop to call my mom up by phone to let her know how things are going. Then I realize that in a sense, she is closer than in life. This does not ever remove the sense of loss. We should not fear death; not should we welcome it. We should learn not to fear life; life is what we should welcome... And death, well, let Death have his own place...but let him respect us for a while... And keep that scythe in the scabbard for now. Blessings, Love, Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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