Ok, this is just a random pondering – maybe even a lamentation. Grief is a lonely, lonely journey. Sometimes I feel so isolated. I am with people, but isolated inside my own thoughts. Sometimes, I live a completely different life inside my own mind.
Even though we interact with one another, and we try to connect on some level – we are each alone in our thoughts.
It is as if we are spirit beings that somehow got trapped in these flesh sacks, bodies that separate us from each other – from God. These flesh sacks come in all shapes, sizes, and colors – and can separate us spiritually – if we fail to see the beauty and the being beyond the sack.
The sacks have urges and desires all their own – that have nothing to do with elevating the spirit or spiritual enlightenment. They want candy they don’t need, and they want cookies and bread. This makes the sacks a little saggy and flabby in some places. I think I need to send my sack out to a tailor for some serous nips and tucks – and ironing, definitely ironing.
What happens when we leave these sacks behind? I know my Son’s spirit is not gone – HE IS NOT JUST GONE. I know there is more. I feel him, I see the signs. I trust my GOD.
Maybe, death is not really DEATH, but an evolutionary process that promotes our spirit being from the flesh sack – to a next level. We have to travel this journey, live out our flesh sack existence with all the gusto we can muster – embrace the joy and love we find. There are things we must experience and learn. Maybe that is how we help others – when we find our way??
Then, we evolve. Pure energy?