If you can open yourselves to the wider perspective,
mortality will come back into perspective
as one of many events in the journey of your soul’s evolution.
Ann: Good morning Richard.
Richard Burton: Well good morning yourself, long time no type. So what’s on your mind?
Ann: Mortality.
Richard: Ah yes, the bugaboo of saints, poets, and politicians. It is the finality that shapes everything we do whether we realize it or not.
For some it is an excuse to grab everything they can since, according to their lights, everything ends with a bang with no accounting required.
For others it is that unanswerable question, is there more?
Others know by now that there is no end, just “to be continued” in another location. And that’s what inspires our better angels to lead to a kinder, more inclusive life in present circumstances.
Ann: Even when we know, it’s hard to remember all the time. Having a hard time with the aging process and how it strips away everything.
Richard: Well, I avoided that myself, having done some “self-stripping” with the aid of some very fine- and some not so fine - hair of the dog that bit me, but nevertheless, here I am still working on the same issues, that is, the refining of a soul down to its essential and created essence, the love of Source in energetic form
Some of you have had that experience, that is, seeing yourself and others as energy beings without the need of the construct of human form, and when that happens you are seeing a soul transitioning before they have left their body. It is a fine sight to behold and an even better one to experience. If you can open yourselves to this reality, mortality will come back into perspective as one of many events in the journey of your soul’s evolution.
In the meantime, when you are not blessed with this numinous experience or the perception thereof, lift your eyes beyond the limitation of your three dimensional vision. Look to the sky, the clouds, and the stars and remember the words of Rabindranath Tagore:
“There is a looker on who sits behind my eyes. It seems he has seen things in ages and worlds beyond memory's shore, and those forgotten sights glisten on the grass, and shiver on the leaves. He has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilight hours of many a nameless star.”*
We are not alone. We will never be alone. There is a purpose and direction in all creation and in each individual life. Choose to live your life with that truth before you, and when courage fails you, reach out to the looker-on behind your eyes and receive their comfort that there is more to life than can be seen with human vision.
March 12, 2022
*Rabindranath Tagore, Lover's Gift, No. 39.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a Bengali polymath—poet, writer, playwright, composer, philosopher, social reformer and painter. Wikipedia.
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