15-02-11 This may seem like quite a ridiculous idea that from death comes life. It is the truth, and I have proof. Here is the thing; we need to examine death in order to understand the point that I am trying get across. Death. The unknown. Something that we just have to have faith about, what happens to us after our body perishes. When all is said and done and we breathe in that last breath, feel the last beat of our heart and fade into blackness, our physical being has ended. Cold. Bare. Our ideas, thoughts and beliefs are carried on by our family and friends. So basically, if you were a sucky mean nasty SOB, don’t expect to live on through traditional means.
Everyday, in some way, someone who loved us and left us too early touches our lives through the love they gave us when they were here. People live by codes, morals and the ideas that again are passed down. You will hear people talk glowingly about their grandparents, parents, friends, and others who touched their lives. I think of my Grampie. He pops in there once in awhile. He was a great man, who had love in his heart. He was the least judgemental being I have ever met. There are great stories that go along with him. Like the one time there was this travelling salesman. He was selling Watkins products. The man came into their house and my grandfather mercilessly picked on this man by asking what each product was, what was it for, and to top it all off, why would he need something like that. But as I said, my Grampie was a good man. I am sure that that man had never had to work so hard for a sale. My grandfather bought a lot of product from him. It was not a loss for him.
My grandfather, he wasn’t a rich man, but he was happy. He loved his wife, his children and his grandchildren. He wasn’t the most educated man. He was illiterate. He dropped out of school when he was young right after his father died. My Grampie was a fisherman. The real kind. No machinery could outwit my grandfather; you'd bet that if you put him up against any machine, he would find the fish first. I remember going to my grandparents', and enjoying myself. Whether it was in the summer, going to the shore clam digging, or swimming at Beach Meadows, or in the winter building the biggest snowman ever, we always had fun. That is love. That is happy.
The main reason that I am bringing up beautiful, wonderful things that happened to me in the past is that I learned a long time ago that from death comes life. I was only small. No, it was not when my father passed away. It was when my father and grandfather would burn the grass in the spring to give room for the new grass. With the death of the old grass came new grass. Interesting concept. I found out early that from death comes life. My dad would explain to me about those dead animals that you encounter when you are a child; dad would say that they are feeding other animals.
The life could be literal or figurative. For example, when people affect you in the spiritual way, then their life energy is living on through you. You feel them. You just know that they are there. A very smart man had the saying that when we die the energy has to go somewhere. Well, who knows. I know that I am going to live my life to the fullest. So when the dark angel comes to me and asks me to let go, I want to live through my life force, my life energy and the love that I gave to everyone that I know.
As Always..
Happy Does It!
Everyday, in some way, someone who loved us and left us too early touches our lives through the love they gave us when they were here. People live by codes, morals and the ideas that again are passed down. You will hear people talk glowingly about their grandparents, parents, friends, and others who touched their lives. I think of my Grampie. He pops in there once in awhile. He was a great man, who had love in his heart. He was the least judgemental being I have ever met. There are great stories that go along with him. Like the one time there was this travelling salesman. He was selling Watkins products. The man came into their house and my grandfather mercilessly picked on this man by asking what each product was, what was it for, and to top it all off, why would he need something like that. But as I said, my Grampie was a good man. I am sure that that man had never had to work so hard for a sale. My grandfather bought a lot of product from him. It was not a loss for him.
My grandfather, he wasn’t a rich man, but he was happy. He loved his wife, his children and his grandchildren. He wasn’t the most educated man. He was illiterate. He dropped out of school when he was young right after his father died. My Grampie was a fisherman. The real kind. No machinery could outwit my grandfather; you'd bet that if you put him up against any machine, he would find the fish first. I remember going to my grandparents', and enjoying myself. Whether it was in the summer, going to the shore clam digging, or swimming at Beach Meadows, or in the winter building the biggest snowman ever, we always had fun. That is love. That is happy.
The main reason that I am bringing up beautiful, wonderful things that happened to me in the past is that I learned a long time ago that from death comes life. I was only small. No, it was not when my father passed away. It was when my father and grandfather would burn the grass in the spring to give room for the new grass. With the death of the old grass came new grass. Interesting concept. I found out early that from death comes life. My dad would explain to me about those dead animals that you encounter when you are a child; dad would say that they are feeding other animals.
The life could be literal or figurative. For example, when people affect you in the spiritual way, then their life energy is living on through you. You feel them. You just know that they are there. A very smart man had the saying that when we die the energy has to go somewhere. Well, who knows. I know that I am going to live my life to the fullest. So when the dark angel comes to me and asks me to let go, I want to live through my life force, my life energy and the love that I gave to everyone that I know.
As Always..
Happy Does It!
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