This weekend is memorial day celebration and so far I have already met with several old and departed friends and family. I’m not sure why I have been sensitized to these kind of conversations but I recognize the opportunity and engage.
A couple of weeks ago I traveled to Sacramento to attend a memorial for someone that I didn’t know, this was an army buddy of my father in law. He was a commander in the Viet Nam war and made a difference in the lives of those who knew him. I got to know him through his family. But my personal conversations with him added so much more color and richness. I wished that I had known him in this life. His family felt like my family and I am sad that we live so far apart in this life.
My ancestors often drop in, they look at the latest improvements that I have added and we recollect memories.
Strangers often drop in that I don’t know. They can’t connect with family directly so they communicate with me. Perhaps the line is busy when they try to call upon family, I do my best to pass along the message.
Reflections and memories are often tied to departed souls that are in other dimensions.
It is not unusual for me to have a memory, a face or a thought pop into my mind that causes me to reflect.
Too many people these days are tied to their electronics. They have tuned out the real sources of information and inspiration.
We have been programed by media, politics and social programs. Religion and schools form much of our knowledge base. Much of what we learned has to be unlearned and corrected. My bank of knowledge is often challenged by new information.
It is so important to reflect and ponder.
Quiet time is something that we deny ourselves because we are so busy with what we term essential.
The internet has cheated us out of a far more interesting and enriching opportunity to tune in to the real internet of knowledge.
Teaching is best done by example.
Turn off distractions and tune in to your own inner internet guidance.
Most people here in Escalante go out to the cemetery and decorate the graves with plastic flowers. The boxes come out of the closet and flowers are carefully placed on the graves of the ancestors and family members. Sometimes we don’t always get our same flowers back and in about a week the boxes come back and the flowers are carefully packed and forgotten till next year.
This year do your self a favor and have a conversation with someone who is still very close, they watch over you, are interested in you and your life.
How often have these guides protected us from our folly’s and foolish activities?
How many times have our lives been saved by unseen forces?
Give them the gratitude that they deserve, they in turns will let you know how much they love you, and if the tears flow … that is them wrapping their arms around you.Plastic flowers
