“The beauty of death”

Nine years ago, a beautiful soul left this world, and my heart got crushed into a trillion tiny pieces. It physically throbbed from pain, loss, anguish, agony. This first and only heartbreak to last a lifetime, for grief is love that has nowhere to go. After the awakening I knew he was alive, energy can’t be created nor destroyed but can only transform, a scientific fact. The game must end at some point, but souls don’t die, we are eternal, boundless, timeless, death is an illusion.

Months later in what humans call a near death encounter. A portal obviously opened because the answer to the question of if he ended cyclical existence or reincarnated came. When imprinted on my mind, tears of joy streamed down my face. Why did he tell me? Why now? Perhaps the open doorway made it possible for him to reach and tell me he got it right. That way he is not remembered majorly in hopeless grief, but in love, laughter, and happiness. A beautiful gift, for a new beginning.

No matter how our loved ones leave the planet-young, old, peacefully, violently, intentionally. The game does not end if it is not the predestined time. We are spirits having a physical experience, our bodies do not have souls . . . our souls have bodies. We asked to be here, so enjoy the short ride and be kind. A human lifetime is a great opportunity for spiritual practice, it is not meaningless. Life is the journey back home, a better place, free of mind-body constraints. After numerous life cycles on earth, this old soul looks forward to the beauty of death.