hands of light

I have posted this image by Jos.A.Smith because my first experiment in crystal healing was just like this. I felt surrounded by shining beings. I know that everyone perceives things differently and since so many people don't see things the same way as I do, I bow to the idea that my mind tries to explain feelings by creating images. I say 'I bow' but in my heart of hearts I think I see what is truly there. when my daughter was a baby, I swear I could hear the rustle of the angel wings by my daughter's cot. But I guess that was just the breeze through the leaves of the trees. But what was she so intently looking at on the ceiling?

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

when my dad died

this is the saddest story of my life


because i never got there .. to hold his hand as he passed away .. i was stuck on the longest plane-ride in history .. next to someone talking about eyes of potatoes .. that ride, that had never measured in my imagination ..

and i, having read "the tibetan history of the living and the dead" was so worried that he would spin out as an astral being and reincarnate into 'whatever' .. but he shined to me, more than once .. to tell me he was fine .. and real or not (for there are some who say my mind was comforting me) .. that was nice to see: his beautiful, beautiful soul .. was pure love

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