My Mother and Father 2 years before my Father’s passing
Past lives are lives before our birth and while this may be true a wider perspective may reveal something different. If “the pasts” are memories that exist in the present then it follows that past lives could be memories that also exist in the present. We could have experienced these memories of “past lives” or we may have plucked them from a larger consciousness.
We’ve all heard of people – friends talking about their past lives as famous people from history. Could multiple people be Joan of Arc or Julius Caesar? Maybe they could as dissociative parts of this or that person. Isn’t it more likely that we are remembering details of lives we have selected from the framework of a larger consciousness? When we admit that we are not St. Francis of Assisi or Cleopatra this is ego deflating. However if we are more than our egos and can increasingly access the point of view a larger consciousness then isn’t that greater and more exciting than the ego-aggrandizement of claiming to be someone important in a “past life”? Ordinarily there are no ways to prove if we existed as a person in the past mostly this is idle talk or it could be a very strong sense or feeling. Notable exceptions may be the Fourteenth Dali Lama for example.
I began thinking about the self and consciousness since the death of my Mother in March of 2015. When my Father passed in 2006 I heard from him several hours after he had passed. I was in Oakland, CA on my cell talking with my Mother about to board the plane when she said:
“No,” I said, thinking. He can’t die on my birthday.
It was a long flight with a stop from Oakland, California to Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina. The idea of driving to my parents’ home at 11 pm for two to three more hours was too overwhelming so I stayed at a motel for the night. It was around 11:30 pm when I collapsed fully clothed onto the bed. I was dozing off when the right corner of the bed shook as if someone was sitting down. I then heard the voice of my father in my head:
“You’d better get some sleep, your Mother needs you.”
I was suddenly awake. I smiled – laughing inside. It was just like my Dad to say something bone-headed like that. It took me three hours to unwind from his visitation to get to sleep. A few days later my sister and I drove my Mother to pick out a blouse for the memorial service. I went out to the rental car and then he appeared near the driver’s side, leaned over with a big grin and winked at me before he disappeared. It was as if he was saying something like – waiting for your Mother – could try the patience – I felt sympathy from him.
My Mother insisted we take some of my Dad’s ashes to the ocean. There was an onshore wind. I stood under a pier partially shielded from the November wind. It blew back to underneath the pier but it did land in the water.
When my Mother passed I didn’t feel anything from her at all. I didn’t get any messages from her. No visitations as I had from my Father. My Dad died of a disease of the lungs and was mentally and emotionally cogent, he was 86. My Mother at the time of my Dad’s death had had the onset of dementia building over ten years. She was 88 when he passed. She passed at 97 and was clearly not cogent and was dissociatively challenged.
This past week May 11th I made contact with my Mom on an emotional level. The feeling was warm and sentimental and I received some pictures with the feelings. It was my sister, my Mom and I spreading some of the ashes in a garden. Later that day I received an email from my sister about Mom’s ashes. I “knew” as a shaman that my Mother was gathering the pieces of herself together after the death of her body. Could it be that she wanted closure and had been waiting until the right time using her way to contact me? I had originally thought that I hadn’t yet heard from my Mom because she was gathering herself together. Now I think she may need my sister and I to form a bond to assist with her closure here on the planet.
I was chatting with a friend about what I have surmised about life after death (of the body) from contact with those that had passed. There is no time. Time is eternal, everything happens in the present. Because the corporeal body is gone consciousness expands and is everywhere as is love.* However something of the ego survives at least as a way to interface with humans with bodies. The ego is easily transcended because consciousness is not contained within a physical form and is everywhere. This is extremely difficult for us to comprehend because we experience the origin of consciousness as emanating from a brain within a ego-structure. When we are “contacted” by a loved one from “over-there” we imagine them in a body or a self communicating with us or we have an emotional connection that seems familiar. This contact to us is a singular event. Without a body or an ego – at least bounded by a body – without time or space consciousness can seem to be in many places at once.
My spirit guide Redwood showed me that love is everywhere and within us and without us. Every being is included in this sea of love and because we have egos its difficult to really feel this love. Once the body has passed this love and the expanded consciousness woven with love is experienced directly and without the constraints of time and space can be felt in many arenas simultaneously.
The multitasking of the individual consciousness after death could be overwhelming to the recently passed dementia or Alzheimer’s patient could take longer from our referent point than from theirs.
Are there past lives / life after death or is it just memory and expectation?
Why not both?
* A friend who passed in early 2013 popped in and said smiling and happy: “There’s so much Love here.”