People are what makes this life an emotional experience. And we do remember the human being that reached into the pit of our presence on the Planet Earth. We all need a place to go when we truly miss a particular spirit. Spirits are many, but not the one's that touch the way we think and live. And for those people we have a special space. That lasts. As long as a streight line goes.
Forever.

I wish to dedicate this space on the message boards to those who wish to speak to their love ones. Say what ever you want. Use GUEST please.


I wish to say to tSionna, Ya'll have a Coconut grove you will be able to see 5 years from today.
And of the Russian Sailors, Words fail me now.

Ascension

And if I go
while you're still here...
know that I live on,
vibrating to a different measure
-behind a thin veil you cannot see.
You will not see me,
so you must have faith.
I wait for the time
when we can soar together again,
-both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest,
and when you need me
just whisper my name in your heart
...I will be there.


Colleen Corah Hitchcock
Spirit Art International, Inc.
PO Box 39082
Edina, Minn 55439

Say 'goodbye to Violet'.
This is what I have tried to do.

Just on a year since we let her go
But only a heartbeat since I heard her voice.
My life goes too and fro; does hers?

Is Violet 'safe in the arms of Jesus'?
Or ready to run back to her clan here on Earth,
Or maybe ashes ready to be spread on the roses?
I wonder about her happiness …
I wonder if she is with Dad …
I wonder if she is with John …
I wonder if she has had a beer with my Ross … or Stan,
Let's not forget Stanley.

Can you see us, Vi?
Do we look good Vi?
Can you reach us; help us, Vi?
Are you an Angel, Vi?
There are those of your clan
who could use some 'Angel intervention' Vi.

Violets are blossoming in my garden, Vi.
You know how they don't mind the rain.
The roses are pruned ready for spring, Vi.
Maybe watching the new blooms will take away the pain.

Wherever you are; with Jesus, with Dad, or rose ashes
Know that, in some way, we are with you too,
Just as I know you are with me.

Your loving daughter.

Say 'goodbye to Violet'.
This is what I have tried to do.

(signed as a Guest upon request)

Each life is a 'starburst'
To be watched, cherished, amazed at
and held in the palm of our heart.

TO THE SOULS THAT LOVED THEM
TO THE LAND OF THEIR BIRTH
TO THE NATION THAT HONOR THEM
TO THE SACRIFICE OF THEIR DEATH
I SALUTE YOU IN YOUR HOURS OF YOUR SUFFERING

In memory of my friend Peter Szypula (Zip) and his new family who lost their lives in the Humalayan avalanche. A lovely man.

Please keep his daughter, Ella, in your prayers.

signed as a guest, by request.

to my aunt where ever you are,i love you. to all that read this, my aunt Teresa died when i was 6 please help me say good-bye to her(on this plain) and thank you on the spirital one. she watches and protects me like an Angel. i will always love you, Bethany aka GypsyWench aka Sekhet3 aka Anakhet.

To Douglas Addams

May you travel far on the intergalctic highway

So long and thanks for all the fish.

I suspect he's in the Restaurant just now, with Model T and the gang, sipping coffee, looking down and smiling because only HE knows the meaning of THAT number!!!

I think that he's finally learnt how to miss the ground.

in a BIG way!


*passes the trilogy (of dubious number) to her offspring* .... 42 lives on.

How do you console a friend who grieves deeply the loss of a soulmate? Her sudden death was a shock and he was numb and unbelieving at first.

And he is dealing with losing both his parents to death, where each are terminally ill and less than a year to live.

He clings to me as his adopted mother. He continually invites others to our chats because he is afraid to face them alone. For some unexplained reason, he trusts me. He must sense my genuine concern and love. Here is an example of one of his friends trying to help him:

popcorn kernel says:
my grandmother came in a dream once she had already past away
friend says:
yeah
popcorn kernel says:
she told me that I have to love myself first
friend says:
your trying to raltionize death and make light of a person being here then not
popcorn kernel says:
no I am not you misunderstand me

Then our chat continued as the friend grew frustrated and left:

I say:
I would suggest you talk to a school counselor. They may be able to refer you to help. A lot of times professionals give out anti-depressants for times like this for you.
friend says:
nope, I know what I need to do, take on and uderstand life
I say:
Good. But it helps to talk to someone about Jen.
friend say:
yes and you have ma
I say:
So what is your belief about death and dying? I know what happens but that does not help you until you understand and come to terms with this.
friend says:
true ok
I say: So think about your beliefs...
friend says:
you see this is my prepperation
I say:
For?
friend says:
my father and mother
I say:
So is it harder to accept letting them pass on than letting go of Jen?
friend says:
yes
I say:
How much time do they give your father?
friend says:
one year

I then add a close friend of mine:


bonnie says:
Are your parents ready? Your pretty young to be going through this...
friend says:
yep
bonnie says:
Do you have other siblings?
friend says:
none of my family gets along
bonnie says:
I'm glad your not without friends, ma really wants to help...
friend says:
yes well I have as many friends as I want in very friendly caring person
bonnie says:
Do they understand what your going through? Your there for them but do they help back?
friend says:
my sister doesn't talk to my mother because of her past n my bother doesn't talk to my sister because she doesn't talk to her mother n my bother doesn't talk to my father because of his past so it goes round in a circle
bonnie says:
mothers and daughters do go through phases...
I say:
So probs in the past with the NORMAL family? Some forgiveness issues?
friend says:
yeah for all there lives my sister doesn't talk to my mother n my brother doesn't talk to my sister because she doesn't talk to my mother, because my mothwe doesn't talk to my father who doesn't talk to my mother who doesn' talk to my brother or sister
bonnie says:
So where do you fit in all this?
I say:
LOL...sounds like a song.
friend says:
I am the peace maker
I say:
*singing* I was looking back to see if you were looking back to see if I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me...
friend says:
sorry buts its not a joke
I say:
No...but why do you have to be the peacemaker?
friend says:
its my life
bonnie says:
That sounds life a ruff job...Does anyone hear you?
friend says:
I am the peace maker because thats who i am
bonnie says:
Is it really good for you though?
friend says:
its good for me because thats who I am
bonnie says:
The peace maker should be allowed to have some relief when he needs it...do you take some time for you too?
friend says:
yes of course
bonnie says:
How can we be of assistance?
friend says:
a friend is aways good to have

So I try to push his buttons to bring his anger up. He is not allowed to get angry, has professed vehemently to me that he has no anger. Perhaps some denial?

I know from experience that anger masks hurt that is buried deeply. He almost gets to the point of exploding then shuts it off at his throat chakra.

He is like I once was. I took a friend with me while doing hypnotherapy. The hypnotherapist tried to bring up my anger of my controlling mother. He told me to say how I felt.

This friend later described my reaction as even before I spoke she could see the anger come to my face but then stop at my neck, or throat chakra, as my veins in my neck bulged and my face turned red...then very quietly and softspoken I would say, "I really hate my mother."

The hypnotherapist could not get me to release the anger that was blocking incredible hurt from the abuse suffered as a very young child til my adult life.

But interesting, when healing you don't shove down the feelings. I had heard my mother tell me how it used to scare her when I was a baby as I would get angry, hold my breath, then pass out.

LOL! It took a few trips to the other side to understand and remember what I was going through as an innocent child. My friend's observations of my physical reaction to the mention of my mother triggered a memory. I went home and called my mother and asked her why I was so angry as a young baby and would hold my breath and pass out.

My mother got scared, started crying and said, "You can't remember anything when you are a baby!" She had always told me that a baby's brain was just water and there was nothing there until older. Why was this all coming up?

I was suddenly seeing a time in a small crib in the dark by my mother's bedside where I was feeling lonely and wanting to be held close. I started crying. My mother was angered by this and started slamming me around in the crib, hitting my head hard on the slats of the crib.

I was out of body so quickly...will not share what happened there but it appeared I was unconscious and my mother panicked. She grabbed a bottle and shoved it in my mouth.

I had to return to my body and continue to resolve these generational issues and keep them from repeating. I to this day refuse to eat if I am angry as it angered me more when she shoved a bottle in my mouth instead of holding and soothing me.

I did work through the anger and hurt. I learned how to release others to their highest good and to accept, admire, and appreciate others for who they truly are. That way, I am in control of my life and do not HAVE to do things. I do things because I CHOOSE to do them.

If one shifts their very intent for doing something, it brings great joy and peace. This is true in any relationship or situation that life deals you.

Now I have questions? Is there anyone with any similar experiences in life? Have you suffered abuse? Have you found it difficult to forgive others and go on? Do you feel empowered holding onto the feeling that you HAVE to do something? (Example of friend always the peacemaker).

I need to know. This topic was chosen for dealing with loved ones we have lost...what about in our daily lives with our own family whom we have lost emotionally?

And what about the feelings that continue after one is dead? How do you forgive your abuser when they die and realize they have a lot to account for?

Please answer as guest. That was requested at the beginning of this topic. Thank you for any counsel. If nothing else, maybe this will get someone pondering and finding their own answers.

Yesterday, A cousin of me mom calls at around 11AM. Aunt Rafka passed away at the age of 97 according to her id, some even say 101! So today we go up to Aitouly for the funerals.
I’m 35, and when sometimes I’m asked when was the best time of your life, I say that little while I spent in my mother’s village, Aitouly, in the South Mountains. I was about 6 years. From that time village to capital Beirut we have let’s say 3 generations living. The ones I knew who used to take me on their shoulders, put me in their car for rides, I used to go and knock at their doors asking for sweets. It was a child’s heaven. Second generation: my own family, me dad and mom sisters cousins, aunts and uncles who gave love and warmth. And there’s us of course, the children of that time, the women and men of today. Years ago I lost one of my uncles, a couple of years ago, my dad, a month my aunt’s husband, today Rafka. I get to see that those who kept my memories alive of that dream are leaving, slowly slowly… The city took away and gave, yet kept those memos. Now I understand why my mom can’t go to Aitouly much. She can’t stand remembering, what I was remembering today. Those old stone houses, the pine valleys. Going back to the village won’t bring those who passed alive again, nor will it bring the young ones to live in it anyway. Reminding me of that Irish song, Spancill Hill…
Yet I believe, that after death, there’s another Aitouly waiting for us, where there’s no pain, tears, sorrows…
Until then, Grandpa Gramma, Uncle Fouad, Dad, Micheal, Uncle Joseph, Tante (aunt in French) Adèle (people called her a saint, why wouldn’t I), Tante Rafka and all those who departed we love you, we will never forget you and I mean it. ( I feel so silly, trying to hold a drop…) We shall meet again, when time comes, in God’s Grace whom I will never be worthy of receiving…
I wrote long… sorry and thanks

Hugs her dear friend tight... what beautiful words my friend... so poinant and elegant... You are wonderful...

And I am sorry for your loss...

Beautiful Rolan. Your family would be touched to read as you have written. God bless.

Leaves me at a loss for words, but with a lump in my throat. Silk & Indigo say it best, one of my grandmothers would have said "If the eyes have no tears, the soul can have no rainbow". I say keep the memories close to your heart and guard them like treasure until you meet again. Hugs her friend and leaves a rose.

Rolan, very sorry to hear of your loss.

I have one to remember as well...my late cousin George Gardner, who lost his life while climbing in the Grand Tetons a few weeks ago. He was a gentle soul and good friend and often took inner-city kids on Outreach climbs into the mountains. He will be missed...a genuinely good man.
http://www.jhnewsandguide.com/article.php?art_id=3329

“I don’t know a single human being that didn’t love George.” My condoleances Celt, can't find words but the ones that Jack Turner, Exum Mountain Guides president said about him. I'm deeply sorry for your loss. May he rest in peace and family find consolation.

So very sorry to hear of your loss Celt, he will be missed by many I am sure.

By the way, a big thanks for those who reply on this topic. We have learned with time that being by the side of the one in sorrow is a double blessing by itself. Indie, Silk, Shaman, Ularu, Celt thank you truly...

I am sorry for your loss Celt... he sounded like a great guy... Happy with his life and what he was doing...helping guide climers and kids...My good thoughts are with you and the rest of his family tonight...

Both Rolan and Celt, please accept my sympathies.
Sorry to be slow. My travels take me away from keyboards.

Sincere condolences, Celt. Soul never dies. *hugs*

xxx
with love
Noela

I raise a glass for Bernie, Indigo's father-in-law, he passed away last thursday. May he rest in peace and join those who travelled before him to anchor at the shores of Heaven

I too raise a glass to Bernie - may he dance in heaven with his beloved, and with the Angels.

A big thank you to you Rolan and Shaman... there is one heck of a bridge game going on in heaven now... there was some speculation that his wife Arlene was looking for a fourth to play bridge... *smiles*... Thank you for your words... love you guys...

Well Indigo, it sounds that although he will be missed, he will be well celebrated.
If we can have people speculating on our afterlife with a bit of humour, then we will have done something right.

Acc - so right you are!!!