Your appearance at such a wonderful time cannot be a mistake. I'm sure where there is a place and time for rest there will be a weary mind to take solace. Such is the way of our times, friend. We find ourselves now in a winter which pulls at our warmth and causes a deep discontent and quaking in our bones. The weather affects our mood, our attention, and our clarity and when we feel unclear it may seem like nothing is as it should be. We want clarity, we want understanding. We hold concepts in our minds like death and loss so that we may know what it's like to have want or lack in our life. We cannot see the truth that we are clinging to memories of our loved one who passes, and that their being is no longer with us except in this form. We want to believe that our lost loved ones are somehow still with us.
And so we hold within us a trinket or token of their presence, their impact on our lives and on who we are. We carry our lost loved ones with us so that they may see the light of day again, and so that they may again know happiness or love, so that the only part of them that we have left doesn't have to fall away with the rest. This act of holding each other in our hearts with all we can has given humanity incredible strength in times of strife, and great esteem in the eyes of our cosmic siblings. We know, as they do, that we will be looked out for as long as we've got each other.
Such a strong bond can survive the grave and lasts with us when nothing else does. This foundation acts as a bridge connecting the worlds seen and unseen and provides a resting place or storehouse for our individual stories and memories. Think about it, one simply casts a feeling up in their minds and in their hearts and it makes its way, fully formed, into our world to be expressed- seen, felt, and lived.
Indeed these concepts have huge implications in such a vast and unknowable reality. We begin to see ourselves perched hauntingly on the edge of a great abyss, looking out at the infinite unknown. This brings a question to our mind, and all of the infinite potential that lies before us divides and places itself ever so perfectly on either side of our understanding of "What is this?" That's for us to figure out now, Dear Ones, as we make our way through time collecting days and sorting sensations into identifiable experiences. Thank you for each step you take on this incredible journey, for each one is just as essential as the last.
From my heart to yours,
Thanks,
Patrick Dejour II