modern awakenings

[Guest guest]

dear Claudia

I filled up when I read your post about your dad.Sometimes there is

nothing a person can say or do to give comfort.

you are a lovelely kind person,who always take time to help and

inform people both on this group and the obe group,just know that your

letter has touched your many friends who feel your pain and wish they

could give comfort in some way.Your father knows how you feel, and he

also knows what a great daughter you are,

lots of love

Rod

[Guest guest]

I know how you feel Claudia.As a teen I lost my grandfather

suddenly.He had a sudden heart attack and he died.I have not lost

anyone recently to death but I've had to let go of people in my life

and to stand up for myself in front of others who are still in my

life.All i can tell you is that the pain will lessen with time and

you must believe that your father is happy where he is now.I hope you

can find peace slowly day by day.Blessings.

 

love,nicole

 

 

, " Claudia "

<newtfoodbowl wrote:

>

> >

> > If you experience the loss of a loved one it can be very hard on

> the

> > newly Kundalini Awakened. A person can go into severe emotional

> > trauma. But take a step back from the intensity of the experience

> as

> > best you can and internally detach and allow the grieving process

> to

> > occur with out becoming so attached to it that the greif begins

to

> > do you instead of you doing it. Though sometimes this will occur.

> If

> > you cannot find balance simply allow this to happen.

> >

> > The old ways would only allow a certain degree of time for a

grief

> > period andthen " It's a new day! " The Tibetans would basically get

> > the time todo the " Prayer for the dead " and then it was business

as

> > usual astheir knowledge of the afterlife allowed them to know

some

> > things for certain.

> >

> > With Kundalini do your best to not become overwhelmed. Remember

the

> > amplification that will occur. Stay in touch. Let us know what is

> > happening

> > with you. -

>

>

> I am one of the grieving members...and this is what is happening

with

> me. My grief over the loss of my precious father continues...it

has

> been a little over 4 months since he transitioned. This weekend at

> the Lake where my mother still lives in the house that Dad and my

> siblings and I built for them 20 years ago, we gathered to spread

> Dad's ashes according to his wishes....around the 4 acres of land

and

> in the lake that abuts the property. I felt immense sadness, as we

> were performing the final chapter in the book of my dad's earthly

> life.

>

> I know that my dad continues! I know that he is free of his body,

> which had been made useless by Peripheral Neuropathy, and I know

that

> he is happier than he has ever been now that he is at Home, as he

> loved God and had faith that he would join Him. I am allowing

myself

> to grieve and I believe that I am " doing it " rather than letting

the

> grief " do me. "

>

> I wonder how long the grief will last??? If it's proportional to

the

> love I have for Dad, then it will never end. I can't express

> how 'wrong' his absence feels! Some days, tears just aren't enough

> to ease the aching in my heart.

>

> I feel distant from my kundalini right now...I am talking to God

and

> trying hard not to be overwhelmed by my sadness but I long for the

> day when I can feel less 'attached' to Dad and my grief, and I can

> get on with my wonderful life and my awakening. And that seems to

be

> the best that I can do for now...

>

> Thank you for this post, Chris. I am very grateful for you and

this

> group.

>

> Love & blessings,

> Claudia

>

[Guest guest]

Hi dear Claudia, I hold no claims to being a Grief Counsellor but I

personally have some approaches across which I alternate for dealing

with the loss of loved ones:

 

I hold the belongings of the lost one, humble things, loved objects

that the person treasured - a coffee cup, a shopping diary, a work

tool, a jacket - clutching them closely in an intimate embrace -

watching the memories surround and draw inside me. Nostalgia peaks,

then moves to tears, then to gratitude.

 

Sometimes I explore the points of difference between our

personalities - if I like country music, and he/she liked classical,

wandering into that other world and tasting its nuances, flirting

with the likely attractions of that alternative genre, concept or

thing - intuiting the synchronicities that held the loved one's

attention and affection. It is merging yet it is also like the

feeling of having been to a mythical place, at last savouring its

fullness and its vibes, somehow growing an extra arm that links one

to the innateness of the dearly beloved but now issues the freedom to

separate and move on.

 

Then, an approach borrowed from Paula, take the meditative journey up

the 10 steps, arrive at a windswept open-air place that offers

endless rendezvous opportunities. See the loved one, larger than life

dressed and smiling as you most vividly remember, with his/her arms

outstretched to meet you. As you fold into each others' arms, sense

the lost familiarities with great intensity, the perfume/aftershave,

the ruddiness of the skin, the smell of the jacket, the soothing

whispering voice, the power and inclusiveness of the embrace,

contentment merging into fulfilment. Then slowly back down the stairs

until it is time to meet again.

 

Finally the beautiful poem by Mary Fry:

 

" Do not stand

at my grave and weep.

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds

that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight

on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the

morning's hush

I am the soft uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star that

shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there.

I did not die. "

 

Love - John

 

 

================================================

 

Claudia wrote:

 

" I am one of the grieving members...and this is what is happening

with me. My grief over the loss of my precious father continues...it

has been a little over 4 months since he transitioned. .... ........

I know that my dad continues! ...... I know that he is happier than

he has ever been now that he is at Home, as he loved God and had

faith that he would join Him. I am allowing myself to grieve and I

believe that I am " doing it " rather than letting the grief " do me. "

I wonder how long the grief will last??? If it's proportional to the

love I have for Dad, then it will never end. I can't express how

'wrong' his absence feels! Some days, tears just aren't enough to

ease the aching in my heart. ........ Love & blessings, Claudia "

[Guest guest]

Well John, you gave me a good cry with that one! I have been

receiving visits from my grandpa who has been gone for 20 years. He

is so close to me lately and I miss him all over again. That

beautiful poem really did it. *sniff* I needed that, thank you.

(even though that post wasn't for me)

 

Sarita

 

, " "

<...> wrote:

>

> Hi dear Claudia, I hold no claims to being a Grief Counsellor but I

> personally have some approaches across which I alternate for

dealing

> with the loss of loved ones:

>

> I hold the belongings of the lost one, humble things, loved objects

> that the person treasured - a coffee cup, a shopping diary, a work

> tool, a jacket - clutching them closely in an intimate embrace -

> watching the memories surround and draw inside me. Nostalgia peaks,

> then moves to tears, then to gratitude.

>

> Sometimes I explore the points of difference between our

> personalities - if I like country music, and he/she liked

classical,

> wandering into that other world and tasting its nuances, flirting

> with the likely attractions of that alternative genre, concept or

> thing - intuiting the synchronicities that held the loved one's

> attention and affection. It is merging yet it is also like the

> feeling of having been to a mythical place, at last savouring its

> fullness and its vibes, somehow growing an extra arm that links one

> to the innateness of the dearly beloved but now issues the freedom

to

> separate and move on.

>

> Then, an approach borrowed from Paula, take the meditative journey

up

> the 10 steps, arrive at a windswept open-air place that offers

> endless rendezvous opportunities. See the loved one, larger than

life

> dressed and smiling as you most vividly remember, with his/her arms

> outstretched to meet you. As you fold into each others' arms, sense

> the lost familiarities with great intensity, the

perfume/aftershave,

> the ruddiness of the skin, the smell of the jacket, the soothing

> whispering voice, the power and inclusiveness of the embrace,

> contentment merging into fulfilment. Then slowly back down the

stairs

> until it is time to meet again.

>

> Finally the beautiful poem by Mary Fry:

>

> " Do not stand

> at my grave and weep.

> I am not there. I do not sleep.

> I am a thousand winds

> that blow.

> I am the diamond glints on snow.

> I am the sunlight

> on ripened grain.

> I am the gentle autumn rain.

> When you awake in the

> morning's hush

> I am the soft uplifting rush

> of quiet birds in circling flight.

> I am the soft star that

> shines at night.

> Do not stand at my grave and cry

> I am not there.

> I did not die. "

>

> Love - John

>

[Guest guest]

claudia, i am very sorry for your loss. i lost my mother at the age of

23...18 yrs ago. i have lost many people since then with great sadness but

her passing affected me greatly...it does ease over time...i still miss her

but i wouldn't want her to have to live this life with her health...i know

she is better, healthier and happier now. it's been hard over the years

because when i dreamed about her i could never get to her. last yr i finally

found out my crazy dreams have true meanings and am now some times able to

connect with her. i've even realized some people i thought were other

figures in my dreams were actually her or me/her in the same. that gives me

great comfort. prayers for you claudia.

 

chrism,

i really didn't know how to start this..but last thursday i lost (had to put

to sleep) my dog due to health problems. i have been through so much with

this wonderful sweet friend with his and my health problems, my last yrs

roller coaster ect. he was always on my heals, on my lap or waiting when i

opened the door coming home. i had to make the decision to do or not do a

surgery that might not have turned out the way they hoped and would lead to

more problems. even if it did go they way they hoped he still would have had

future problems. it all happened so sudden. i had to make the decision. i

felt horrible. the vet made me feel better about it and i stayed with him

till the end. it hard to type this. i realize this is and was my attachment.

i think that has helped. the first day was the worst. the second a little

better. the third better yet. i have may other things that i can not avoid

dealing with going on at the moment. the last three days...well have been a

roller coaster. half the day i am so anxious i could just pop/explode. this

was is showing in my dreams also. the other half of the days i do something

or read something to get my mind off it and other things and i come out of

it. i had already been thinking on this but yesterday i felt determined to

tackle a couple of the things i know are contributing to my anxiety. i took

my chiropractor/alterative medicine doctor up on some acupuncture for my

smoking and alcohol use and some other things. i feel the alcohol use is

gone. not because of the acupuncture but because of my readiness. after 6

hours though i stopped and bought a pack of cigs. i asked for guidance or

insight before going to sleep last night on the cigs. i had two dreams one

where i was smoking pot (haven't done that in a looong time) put after a

couple puffs i said to the person i was with i'm done. they said your done?

i said no if i don't stop this i'm done. the second dream involved pot again

and there was a horrible motorcycle accident involving many bikers. when we

pass back by the accident many hrs later no one had come to help them and

deaths had occurred. so i got my answer. sorry so long winded with so many

twists and turns. this is parts of my struggles. my emotions have been in

over drive this last week as i grieve the life i thought i had a yr ago and

all its changes. today has been good. i'll see if i can do with out the cigs

when this pack runs out here shortly. this site has helped me understand my

attachments/detachments, that i am on a path with much help and i have a

good purposeful loving life ahead but the path is not an easy one. no one

ever promised me a rose garden right...:-)

 

thanks to all for what you do here, love to you all...

 

Debby W