Two very close friends of mine
lost a father and a husband respectfully in the past month. Although appearance of loved ones who have
past is a common occurrence, we always enjoy hearing more proof that they
continue to live. The first woman
shares her story regarding a very special ninety-five year old father. At our last Sacred Healing Meditative Breath
Workshop, he appeared to her. This is
what she had to say…
“My dad, who wore a brace his
whole life because of polio, and who was lucid and sharp at ninety-five, passed
on September 2nd. On the 18th,
at Sacred Breath Workshop, I made sure I was warm and comfortable as I lay
down. I closed my eyes and focused on
my breath. To my delight, my handsome
dad appeared with his youthful black hair and pearly white teeth. He kicked his heels together. I could feel his presence at my right
side. I felt a deep peace and a
heavenly joy.”
The second friend’s story is about
her husband, Don, a Native American, and a Cherokee Memorial Service held at
the medicine wheel on their property.
“We were married almost 42
years. Through the years, though not
born Native American, I became very interested in the Native philosophy,
studied and adopted it for myself as it so fit my own beliefs and spirituality. We both love animals and nature, and
eventually bought sixteen acres of land out in the country. We had already rescued several cats and
dogs, too. Our lives were spent loving
the land, animals and the trees and flowers we planted. We also created trails through the nine
acres of woods in back of the house.
Don experienced two serious
strokes over a period of years. It was his time to leave earth. He passed here on our property the land he
bought and loved so much surrounded by his dogs, cats, favorite people, my
granddaughter and me. We had decided
on cremation. Thanks to a Cherokee
prayer I read, I planned Don’s memorial.
According to Sun Bears instructions, we had built a Medicine Wheel
several years ago. It is at the Medicine Wheel we planned his memorial. The prayer said, “Find your path and fill
it with flowers”. I bought flowers and
we filled the Eastern path to the Wheel with them. Since our cat, Angelo, died only eleven days after Don, I decided
to honor him as well. Moxie, another
cat had passed a few months before. We
put Don’s picture by his stone on the wheel surrounded by flowers and pictures
of Angelo and Moxie at their stones with flowers. Family and friends each held a candle. We circled the wheel. I
read the same prayer and a poem Don had written. All of us shared stories about Don and the cats. We felt their presence. I was aware of Don being with us and
enjoying himself. He looked young and
acted comical and healthy again. The
cats, too, were young, playful and healthy.
It was quite lovely. Everyone
spent the rest of the day visiting the wheel.
Don was in the Butterfly Clan.
Butterflies were all over the place.
Everything was simple and unique.
Don’s spirit stayed around for days.
Knowing he is fine and happy makes me happy, too".
The dead living as spiritual
matter are playful because they are usually more alive and beautiful than they
were in physical matter. In reality,
there is no death.
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