Spiritual Insights February 2018
With a heavy heart, I begin this month with deep introspection about life and death and the reason why we are here. Last night I left my sister Marsha’s bedside as she slowly slips away to the other side. Reflecting on her life many realizations surface. Her greatest accomplishment in her life was her four children. She dedicated her life to raising her children. Her family was her purpose. The triumphant culmination of her passing involved her final mission to unite her entire family together for their last gathering where everyone celebrated and gave thanks for their life and being together.
She organized a cruise where all of her children and grandchildren came together to celebrate Thanksgiving Day. Following that final dinner on the ship, she had a deadly series of heart attacks. The event she planned involved getting 20 people together; her husband, four children, their spouses, and 10 grandchildren. It was her generous wish to pay for the Caribbean cruise to celebrate Thanksgiving all together. She made it to this day enjoying the cruise but it meant her mission was finally complete. Her legacy is her family.
My sister was a spiritual devote of Paramahansa Yogananda and was initiated into Kriya yoga many years ago. She frequented many of the SRF (Self Realization Fellowship) retreats in Los Angeles. I imagine Yoganada is one of the first to greet her to the other side.
The most unrecognized job is being a parent, and especially a mother. It’s ironic because this is the most important work one can do in a life. To love unconditionally, nurture, protect and care for children is the most rewarding experience in the world. It truly opens the heart – and the heart energy of love is the true meaning of why we are here. Marsha’s love of her family and children was her most important accomplishment and transcends any earthly experience.
Following her initial heat attacks while on the ship, I had a series of events happen and dreams occur where she was trying to communicate to me. Soon after the news of her heart attacks she went into a coma but I felt her consciousness had already left her body. In one of my bedroom closets, I have a poster of family pictures from my father’s funeral. It was knocked to the ground one evening while I was trying to sleep. I knew this was an omen about her. Then the following night a very large suitcase was knocked to the ground, again while I was trying to sleep. I knew this was another message. I thought she just cannot be in her body.
