Anniversaries are watersheds.
They allow us to remember and evaluate.
Events that happened thousands of years ago are still in our modern memory.
Most are forgotten as the participants pass on.
Nowadays who spends a minute commemorating the McKinley assassination or the Crash of ’29?
I watched Diana get married.
Dance with Travolta.
Radiance of a living jewel.
The night she died – I had a powerful, vivid dream.
Bonded with her as she lay in the car.
Her chest crushed.
The rasp of escaping breath – while lights flashed- men shouted.
Helpless for too long.
Exposed by the shock of regret.
I woke weeping.
Huge sobs of grief shook me to my core.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for the agonies of this World.
I wish to take them all away.
Diana’s life just go to show – beauty, money, fame and a fast car – still come up against the wall in a blind Blat.
The revelation that Mother Teresa had lost her faith – as she began working with the wretched in India – struck me deeply.
She wrote long letters to friends and her advisor in the Church.
Describing her torment at being empty of feeling, without light, absent of God.
I am flabbergasted that a woman as saintly as she – felt exactly as I did for most of my existence.
She speaks of the blackness that enveloped her core – masking her soul.
I been there.
Fortunately – I went Beyond Oblivion.
Off world in a drug-induced religious experience that lasted 20 years.
While exploring the Universe in my mind – I was gifted with many impressions – which ultimately led to my healing.
Knowing that All are pieces of a greater Whole.
However you quantify that.
In Itself miraculous.
No Evil in the Universe.
We got it all down here.
Mother Theresa found no comfort or relief, either through faith or good works.
Spending too much time around humans beings can dismay the most righteous of us.
It is difficult to imagine Loving Intelligence – when it is so sorely lacking in one of Its most complex creations.
Let me express our gratitude for the great acts of mercy and charity Mother Teresa accomplished.
Also for Diana’s beauty and grace.
You never know what someone is bringing to the party.
They died within days of each other.
They were partners somehow.
Both good heart – each troubled.
At opposite ends of the spectrum.
In the trenches together.
We are linked in ways we have but scant understanding.
Anniversaries allow us to atone, for failure in the face of pressure.
Those who do not take advantage of this opportunity – waste a valuable lesson in forgiveness.
Doomed to repeat their mistakes.
It is a time for contemplation – both globally and personally.
How far have we come in the year – where are we now?
Have we changed ? Did we learn anything?
Ritual memory encourages gratefulness.
We still alive – while many are not.
We have loved ones – possessions, dreams, hopes, future plans.
Be glad of it.
Thankful for every moment of safety, laughter and peace on our spectacular planet.
Grief, atonement, reflection and gratitude.
If these reactions are allowed honest expression – the process completes itself in enriched experience, closure and renewal.
Life’s a bitch and then you start over.
Treat each other gently.
Thanks for your attention.
I just heard on the T.V. that scientists have found a gigantic empty place in the Universe:
no planets, no black holes, no stars, nothing.
Maybe the darkness Mother envisioned was Source.
It confused her because that is not what we have always been taught to believe.
Consciousness expands through Movement
Light and Sound is just bells and whistles.
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