Two friends lost their dads in the last couple of weeks, very sad events for both. Last night I went to the viewing of one, and my friend is holding up pretty well. The sense of loss that we experience can be overwhelming. When my grandmother passed away years ago I felt a deep sense of loss. The knowledge that I would no longer have the opportunity to see or talk to her made me sad. Yet over the years I have come to realize that she is still here. I still talk to her lots. It’s a matter of perception.

If my belief is that once the person is gone they are gone forever I can understand the grief that may accompany that. I hold the belief that the essence of the person is still here, still exists, just not in the physical form that we have been taught to know and love. It is the body, the vessel that ceases to function for whatever reason. The essential essence, the soul, the godforce that we are releases itself from this container.

Have you ever wondered where we go when we sleep? I have.  The expression of dead asleep makes me smile as I have often wondered where do we go? I believe that our soul, essence, godforce releases itself from our bodies and wanders the various universes that exist, hence where our dreams come from. How else can you explain that once you are asleep you see, hear and feel nothing. I have had nights where my dreams feel so real and I wake up exhausted, a whole new spin on living a  double life.

I digressed a bit, with the death of my friends’ fathers I have been wondering about where we go. What new adventures await us that we have no inclination of when we are occupying  the physical from we call our bodies.  We had to come from somewhere and we must go somewhere. I choose to believe we go everywhere, that we are everywhere, that we see and know all that which we seek  while here.

I miss not being able to hug my grandmother, however, there are days, when I am still and thinking of her I feel her presence. So I choose to believe that she and all of those who have come before us are still here in some way, having adventures and experiencing something very different from what we know. This life that we live in this form is part of the experience of existence, and that gives me a warm fuzzy feeling, because there are some who choose to be asleep while they are alive in this form and for me that is far more devastating a state to be in.

I was one of those people wandering through life asleep, having moments of insights, moments of being alive and awake. And now I am awake, alive and choose to stay that way, to engage with every moment even if the moment is sitting and looking out a window, I appreciate every experience that I create for mySelf even if the experience is one of sadness, they all give me an opportunity to learn more about mySelf. And THAT is the great adventure.