There is always
the unquenchable thirst for more…
As
it is wont to be, the title above is but a mere suggestion of what can
eventually, possibly, find its way to this post. Or not. That’s right… one more
time when, as I sit at the computer, the mind goes blank and the spirit sags a
bit.
In
more than one past entry, the concept of the paranormal –in one way or another-
has been touched on. You know by now that I was brought up within the concept
of spiritualism which, as far as we knew back then and in that world, went hand
in hand with Catholicism. Well… doesn’t it?... You say no to this?? Then you
have not been brought up in an island in the middle of the Caribbean ,
surrounded by folk who are umpteenth generation Africans, Spaniards, etc… all
very susceptible to these airs. And very much proponents of the spiritual
realm… on this earthly plane, of course!
Last
night I went to bed, as I usually do, after 11pm. Despite the fact that today
my get up time was 6am. Usually, my sleep time lasts for some 5-6 hours,
interrupted once or twice by the need to visit the cabin in the backyard. Normally,
I am able to sleep soundly and get back to those awaiting Morphean
(Morpheusian?) arms but last night, try as I may, getting back to sleep was not
an easy task. It was downright difficult. Furthermore, whenever I was able to
actually snatch a stretch of sleep, there was a dream with a recurrent theme:
my son.
My
nights and sleeps are not given to dreaming interludes or sequences. Rarely do
I remember a dream other than those which are impacting enough to be vividly
reviewed, as if being projected on a screen hanging right in front of my
forehead. These few and vivid dreams are not usually pleasant in content or
development. Yet, this morning I could only think of my son and about the dream
sequences which crowded my sleep last night. All pleasant, all featuring an
Eric who was enjoying whatever it was he was doing at the time and sharing it
with those around him, myself included.
As
I was trying to figure out what this might mean (no, not looking at the cards
for this…) in a somewhat logical manner, I happened to glance at the phone face
and then it hit me… today is the anniversary of his death. There is a picture
of him on my night dresser, next to my head. Often I will say good night and/or
good morning and I love you to his likeness and perhaps hoping this will be
heard somewhere, somewhen… wherever he may be… wherever his spirit is pursuing
what it is spirits do pursue, once they are free of their corporeal cages.
I
have to say that all that my grandfather taught me regarding the spiritual
world came back in a hurry… there had been no reason for the dreams, the
uneasiness, the almost anxious feelings that held me throughout the night. Was
there a message somewhere in this? I don’t know. Perhaps. Perhaps the images of a happy Eric are a
feeding of my own thoughts about him; perhaps the smiling and the sharing of
this happiness that came through, almost as a conceptual construct, are just
trying to say “I’m OK” “and I want you to know”…
Too
much? ... Who is to say so?
We
pass on as our bodies wither and die. Often, against the natural order of
things, much too early… much too soon… as certainly was the case with Eric.
Those of us who are left behind will have the choice of acceptance or of
belligerent reaction. If we believe in a Higher being, then we will accept and
even rejoice in the fact that what was a tormented spirit here on earth, may
well be OK and at peace now. That, in
itself, is a welcome idea. To think or want the contrary would only be an
expression of selfishness… “I want you to be here regardless of how you fare…” If
we truly love, we can’t do this; can’t think this way.
Enjoy
your loved ones, time moves faster than you may think and takes its own toll and payment whenever and
wherever it may wish to do so. It doesn’t usually hang a banner to let us know
that our allotment is coming to an end. Enjoy the road while you try and get to
the desired goals; but always love, cherish and enjoy those who walk along these roads with
you.
Be
Well … Be Back!!!
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