It is a bit strange, this occurence. No, really, the certainty of the information I am receiving from my intuition. I can call it nothing else. Maybe God. The Divine.
It’s eternal bliss. The knowing that even when our physical bodies die, there is no death. It is simply a continuation. Our physical death is the gateway to rest and restitution.
To be born again. Not in the sense of being put here to right the wrong, but in the sense of getting a new chance at experiencing everything there is to experience in a human body. The good, the bad, the ugly. The stupendously beautiful and breathtaking.
And the more often we take this journey, the clearer we become in consciously choosing all that makes us happy and feel so delightfully good.
Until we decide that this body is the one that we will keep for all eternity. Because it feels lovely. Because it's happy. Because it allows us to create ALL our grandest dreams.
Life becomes a dance. A beautiful choreography of love. Of enjoyment, of peace, of ecstasy.
Meaning, my mother in this life might be my best friend in the next, and may have been my grandmother in my last. My brother in the last lifetime, a catalyst for rumbling change in this one. My father in the last lifetime, my uncle. My grandfather in my last lifetime, my father in this one. And so on.
Can you see where this is all going? Can you see the beauty? The perfection? The freedom? The permission to reinvent ourselves as much as we need to until it is all PERFECT? - Until we've each reached HEAVEN ON EARTH without having or wanting to die?
The relaxation and ease this brings about is just marvellous.
Here's a song that has held me through some of the worst times of my life. And it focuses on the power of the moment. Enjoy! <3
I will always remember "Oma Edith" for the love and the positive stories she added to my life. Her impromptu nighttime narratives about the poor mice living in a church will never be forgotten!!!
In the end, it appears that she managed to live more than half a century mostly happily after the end of the war - all the while taking very good care of herself. Well done, Oma! And thank you. For all your inspiration. And all your love.
Honestly, when I was younger, I never understood how you managed to spend full days in the kitchen preparing the most delicious food I would taste while growing up. Now I do. I do get "Liebe geht durch den Magen." Totally. Only in my case, it's mostly raw food. ;-) Some gourmet concoctions, and most of the time VERY SIMPLE. Quickly prepared, easy to eat, even easier to digest. No special utensils required. *LOL
Below is my last happy picture in freedom with my beloved Oma in this lifetime, Jan 4, 2012. She decided to end her - by that point miserable - life on Sept 10, 2013, thus opting for a new turn in a baby body some time down the road - I, for one, can't wait to meet her - whenever it's meant to be!!!
After that day, though, I had to cut all contact with her - because being in touch with any of her grandkids would have meant that she would have stayed on this earth plane in the same contaminated and painful body and severely constricted life longer than she wanted to, or so she said...
And Oma left us when she was ready. I was not surprised when the news of her suicide reached me. The only surprise to me was the amount of planning and conniving that must have gone into it! But then again, it was little Edith who kept her three younger siblings fed and safe during the war when her mother couldn't cope and simply disappeared for days at a time... Who would know better how to get what she needs/wants in a life-or-death situation?
I was sad when Oma left, but also glad that she had taken back the responsibility for her life. Even if that meant ending it herself - because she couldn't relax into the possibility of a peaceful passing in her sleep.
Love & Light,