August 21 was Hirth's birthday. I went to sleep after midnight, so it was already the date of his birth. We were born at the same time, in different years. All that night, Hirth was with me. As real and solid as this moment. We embraced and I could feel his body, strong and healthy and full of light. We looked into each other's eyes. I asked him if he was hurt or in pain. He told me there is no hurt or pain where he is.
I never thought I'd 'see' him again, but there are many worlds and we can meet in other worlds, besides this one. We think this world is so real, so solid, and yet it isn't. We think we are so real, and yet our bodies change every minute.
We are in love with what is unreal. People talk a great deal about loving yourself, especially 'spiritual' folks. And yet people seldom think about what this means. For most people, it means loving the you that you are think you. Since that 'you' that 'me' that 'I' exists only in your thoughts -- only in your thoughts -- than what can you be loving?
I never thought I'd 'see' him again, but there are many worlds and we can meet in other worlds, besides this one. We think this world is so real, so solid, and yet it isn't. We think we are so real, and yet our bodies change every minute.
We are in love with what is unreal. People talk a great deal about loving yourself, especially 'spiritual' folks. And yet people seldom think about what this means. For most people, it means loving the you that you are think you. Since that 'you' that 'me' that 'I' exists only in your thoughts -- only in your thoughts -- than what can you be loving?
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| Willow in the rain (my friend's dog) |
very touching-thank you for sharing this.ox
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