Who is my loved one now?
My father used to have an expression. “Annie don’t live here anymore.” He would say it when someone died. I imagine the expression came from somewhere, a movie perhaps, or maybe it just was an expression in common use then. And now I speak of my father who doesn’t live here any more.
Yesterday’s blog entry was Life is but a dream. The two comments posted at the time I’m writing this touched me very much.
First, Jochen says it all, so simply and so completely:
We will all meet/find exactly that which we miss. It may look different from what we expect or from what we think it is we miss. We will recognize it when we meet it, it’s the essence of all we ever missed.
The essence of all we ever missed. Without fail, Jochen comes in with simple, complete, broad and true vision. Muchas gracias, Jochen.
And then Emilia comes in with the basic humanness that reflects my own and brings out more. Emilia said:
So touching. Who is my loved one now? This remains a mystery. I have always wondered why God is not clearer on this topic. Souls are eternal, but this doesn’t mean I will meet again just the one that I lost.
I remember you told us once, on this blog, of an experience you had of living again a scene of your childhood, out of time, as an eternal present moment. Am I correct? Maybe nothing gets lost.
Yes, I remember what you’re referring to, Emilia. I am deliberately not going back to it until I have finished writing this entry.
So, just off the top of my head now, I think that once-in-a-lifetime experience revealed, perhaps proved, that there is no time. Or another way to say it is that everything is occurring at the same time or never really occurs — I almost get the hang of these ideas now.
As sweet as that re-enlivened experience was, what I am realizing now — which has to be obvious — is that you can’t go back in time (even though I relived the experience for those few moments) — you can’t go back to a lesser state of consciousness and stay there. You can’t go back to the past. I did, but you can’t. You can’t stay there even if you want to any more than we can hold back this moment of time in which I am writing now. It’s like we’re not really in the present either.
What I think I am seeing now more clearly is life as the illusion God tells us it is. None of us are really here. We are, but we aren’t. Whether it’s this moment or a flashback or a flashforward, it’s the same. These are the thoughts running through my mind now.
Two things, I suppose, made my relived experience deep and unique. One is that I flashbacked with all five senses, and I, as the child I was who had earlier lived that experience, was also in the scene. I was the child I was then. And yet I must have had awareness at the same time of myself as the older person who was experiencing herself as a child, or how would I remember it?
And, ah, then too that re-enlivened experience fades and becomes no more than a recalled memory like any other.
Okay, just now I went back to the original blog about the experence. http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/a-multi-dimensional-memory-time-and-space.htm I think I said everything then and better.
Yet what seems to be clearer to me now is that Annie never really lived here at all.
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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