DO YOU SHARE THEIR BELIEF?

 

 What belief, do you think, was shared by Walt Whitman, Albert Schweitzer, Socrates, Voltaire, Carl Jung and Pythagoras, not to mention Wordsworth, Tolstoy, Gandhi, George Harrison, General George S. Patton, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Mark Twain?

 On the same subject, Benjamin Franklin said:

 “I look upon death to be as necessary to the constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.”

 And Jack London, author of CALL OF THE WILD, maintained: 

“I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums. All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me. Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born.”

 Napoleon not only believed in reincarnation, but liked to tell his generals who he believed he had been in previous existences.

 Let the last word, for now,  go to Henry Ford, who said: 

“I adopted the theory of reincarnation when I was 26. Genius is experience.  Some seem to think that it is a gift or talent, but it is the fruit of long experience in many lives.”

 So, do you believe as they do, that we live many lives – reincarnating again and again - rather than just one?

 Whether you do or you don’t, great if under Comments you’d like to share your views. Thank you!

 

 

 

SOMEWHERE A NEW MORNING DAWNS

 

Yesterday I came across these wonderful words from Patience Strong:

'Light is fading, darkness falls, but somewhere it is dawn. Here it is the eventide, but somewhere it is morn ... As upon the world's red rim the sun sinks out of sight - in some far and distant land, it rises, warm and bright.

When the touch of death has stopped the heart and closed the eyes - our loved ones seem to fall asleep, but somewhere they arise ... We who watch stand in the darkness, blind with grief and pain - But somewhere it is morning and they wake to life again.'

I hope that if you have 'lost' a loved one you can find some comfort in Patience's words, realizing that 'lost' is the wrong term. Far from being lost, they've simply gone - temporarily - beyond our limited sight.

THE LITTLE THINGS

While doing some turning out just now, I found - among some old and forgotten papers - this poem written long ago by the mother of a dear friend of mine. The dear friend has also long since died and were she still alive I know she'd love to see her Mum's words publicized. 

 

So here they are, and I hope they might resonate with you just as they do with me.

 

SOULMATES

Have you ever experienced a profound sense of recognition when your eyes met with those of someone you were seeing for the first time?

That is, you thought it was the first time until you realized that it couldn't be - because you already knew this person intimately. 

Then the realization grew ... and grew ... until you knew that the love between you had its source before this lifetime and that two souls were simply reuniting.

FREEDOM

 It's natural to be sad as we say our 'goodbye' to a loved one who has died. But letting such sadness direct our subsequent life is to deny that death, rather than an end, is the beginning of a new phase of existence.

Vera Lynn, back in the war years, used to sing "We'll meet again - don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day."

The singer was referring to the expectation of sweethearts being reunited when the war ended, but surely she also meant a reunion in heaven in the event of death - death being an ever-present threat during those turbulent years.

Sadness after a death is natural for a while, but if we can focus on the freedom being experienced by our loved one - who has perhaps been released from a pain wracked body - we can, I'm sure, before too long feel glad in the knowledge that our shared love lives on.

LOVE WITHOUT END

Love doesn't end with death. True love is never-ending. Our bodies are of this world and die, but our souls, holding the love that lives in us, are everlasting. How blessed we are, to love and be loved - and to reunite when the time is right! 

DEATH IS JUST A DOOR

 It isn't far from life to Paradise - it's truly no distance at all!

On passing through the forever door, there's a sense of oneness like never before; there's wonder, too, at the simplicity of it all.

If this is death, then let's celebrate and tell of the release felt when the soul soars from a body, now obsolete.