I’ve been noticing a phenomenon recently…this is the fact that, at the very least, I’ve heard about a lot of people dying, this pattern having started about last December. This includes, of course, my relative, among others.
As I’ve been browsing the Reader tonight, I’ve run across a couple of fairly alarming articles…one about Colony Collapse Disorder, the other about the likelihood of humans driving ourselves to extinction within the century. (I would not assume these to be essentially separate stories.) I’d still have to do research on this…and not just in popular articles…to come to an educated opinion, but I’m starting to think that there might be something to this.
So…if you’ve been reading my backposts, you’re probably aware that my relative’s funeral happens not too long from now. I’m planning on going — I’ve done the requisite hygiene rituals. My major fear has been that I’m going to be called into a place where I’ll have to get spiritual on people. What has happened is that my relative died, and then the rest of the family has seemed not to know what to do with this. On top of that, one of the people who really has no realistic anchor here has been trying to control everything, even to the detriment of the voice of my relative’s son, who knew my relative’s last wishes.
I feel like the funeral should be a celebration of their life. While I do feel like the situation is sad overall, I also recognize the element of chance. In my life, that is, when and where there has been spirit intervention, it’s often come through random events (in my mind this may be a reasoning for my own neural systems going on the fritz in the early 2000’s)…so that those random events end up forming a pattern which appears nonrandom.
My relative was severely injured in an accident over 20 years ago which left him quadriplegic — that is, he was largely paralyzed from the neck down (though he did, with practice, regain some functionality in his right arm). What happened in the accident was a case of randomness plus being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person. His life from then on out, though, drastically changed. And although this was sad, I also know that he made a lot of positive change in those later years. Maybe he helped someone who needed to be helped at some later time…and it was important enough that what did happen had to happen.
I feel like we’re all part of a larger story. I don’t know if there are any “bad guys” in it. (Well, maybe if there was a spirit who gave Einstein the Theory of Relativity…) I may be affected by a mental condition which has made my life vastly more difficult than it needed to be…but I’ve learned a lot from my disadvantages, and I wouldn’t be who I am today without them.
Anyhow…I seem to be coming to terms with being “psychic”/intuitive. At first, I feel like my relative was having a hard time adapting to not having a body; then I introduced the question of what he could do now that he could not do before. The response was, at first, “?”, but I get the feeling that he’s getting the hang of things, now. In any case, I feel like he’s still with me — and maybe closer to me than he was before. His physical form is shed, but that doesn’t mean he stopped existing. The fact that he isn’t directly living in a body in the physical plane right now makes things harder for those left behind — but I don’t get the feeling that he is suffering at this point in time. The people who are afraid of what has happened to him or will happen to him or will happen to them are the ones who are suffering.
I think I read somewhere that we only understand about 5% of the Universe (scientifically speaking), and for some reason, I find hope in that. It means that existentialism is just a mode of thinking — not necessarily true.
And…I don’t know if we’re going to go extinct sooner rather than later, but personally…I get the feeling that I need to counteract the destruction. Unfortunately, I have had visions — or anxieties — of being nuked just because the world doesn’t like us or is afraid of us. This could be an echo of Hiroshima — most of my clan in Japan was wiped out in that bombing (we were apparently local to the area). I do not take it lightly that this is how they died. My largest concern is the effect of radiation on other planes…though now that I mention it, I’m getting a soft, “you don’t have to worry about that.”
I also realize that the levels of pollution in our environment are ever-increasing…
…but all I can do is live my best life. As transitory as it may be.