[Thespiritexpress] Our journey

[Jima Abbott]

From Carlie

Riantee,….Reading the poem you read a few weeks ago has even more meaning to me as you have shared Charles and your current journey.  How much closer could you have gotten to the present?  Thank-you for sharing what your family is going through.  It gives me courage that I too can be present with my own challenges.  I hold your family tenderly in my heart with so much love.

Carlie

> On Jan 21, 2025, at 8:37 PM, Lydia Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> wrote:
> 
> Dear sisters and brothers.
> We wanted to thank all of you for your support and love during this difficult transition, not so difficult in fact because it has forced me to be totally and only ‘in the moment’ with no possible way to step out of it. And in the moment there is only bliss, everything else that comes through is so unreal, it just passes. . . And I believe that this elevated state is a direct result of the prayers and healing energy you all sent us.
> Charles had one night in the hospital when he believed he was dying, and so did we all.
> The whole family and friends regrouped and by morning Charles revived, ready to get out of the hospital and come home to our house to make the journey to his true home. 
> But with the succor of morphine he has no pain, and he has been surrounded by so much love, his needs so well taken care by many devoted people in the help professions that it looks like he has decided to take his time leaving the planet. He is very conscious that this reprieve is a gift for us all to be able to have a loving closure, With humor he adds that he hopes, for the sake of the ones helping him, that it won’t take too long. He is ready to take the next step if it proves to be needed. 
> With love from our whole family.
> Riantee
> Below is the poem that I read last Tuesday, written just before the accident,
> 
> Change. 
> 
> Change, you tell me, 
> the only constant you can always count on.
> 
> Change.
> 	moving, cleansing, purifying
> 	transforming, transmuting,
> 	obliterating.
> 	
> A brief rest, a deep breath. 
> I settle down, look around, find my footing, reassess, 
> and then 
> another run,
> change, movement, transformation, purification, annihilation. . .
> 
> 	Can anything else go wrong?
> 	I need to stop this!
> 
> Tension, stress, 
> then fear, panic, despair:
> 	Why me?
> 
> 	Wait a minute I tell myself! Wait!
> 	Don’t totally lose it, stay calm, keep control,
> 	You can put things back in order.
> 
> Not to worry, you console me, you know one thing for sure, 
> it will change, everything always changes!” 
> 
> 	Where do I find solidity then,
> 	a place where to put my foot down, 
> 	settle on stable ground, be safe?
> 
> 	When the fear demon opens its mouth wide to devour me
> 	who do I turn to? 
> 	When the beast crushes me down and tramples me
> 	until I have no more strength for resistance
> 	how can I possibly control anything?
> 
> 	I can’t even find my breath!
> 	So,
> 	I give up, I surrender, accept what is,
> 	what else can I do?
> 
> And suddenly. . . a deep silence.
> Like a gentle mist, serenity settles upon the earth.  
> I find myself in the eternal immensity
> of the place that never changes,
> that blissful place that has always been 
> and will always be,
> that place without attributes,
> that place where I can only exist
> in the one reality that no word can describe, 
> the only reality that will ever be, 
> 		love.
> 
> As there is no beginning to my being
> there is no end to my becoming,
> and that 
> will never change.
> 
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