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Originally Posted by Ambrose 
Do you still offer messages here on MDC? I was wondering if you did any for deceased people (my son) and if you would be willing to write one for me, Amber.....?  
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My dear, I know that you are in a dark season of your soul. I am with you, closer than I have ever been before. I am like the moth on the bark of the tree, or the locust in the grass. I am so close to you that I literally blend with you.
You may feel like a single planet, hanging in the void, alone and spinning on your axis. But you are more like a snowflake in an avalanche.
For we are all around you. So close to you, in such great numbers, that if you could see yourself from our point of view, you would have difficulty picking yourself out from the crowd.
There is deep, abiding meaning in your loss. Please know that this is fact. There is a high purpose to it, beyond anything you can imagine. There is such beauty, such wonder, such magic in your experience, that it will change everything, for everyone in the world.
It is a difficult and painful burden to carry the birth pains of an entire generation, isn't it, dear one. The world is changing rapidly right now, and many are needed to carry the energy of this change.
And my love, you are doing so. I know you feel as if you are weak, but this is an illusion. You are strong. And you are loved beyond measure. You are a global treasure. Each person who is experiencing this grief, this pain, is valued beyond anything that your language can express, even with the honest effort of the writer.
And believe it when I say to you that within this sorrow, within this loss, within this grief is, as Bette Middler said, "The seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose."
Come, my Beloved. Sit with me, and remember me. Sit with me, and be grateful for how hard your dear, beloved son fought to stay with you. Sit with me and remember his beautiful, precious face. I look upon it, even now, and I try to treasure it in the smallest measure of how much you do.
I know that you wish to feel him in your arms again, and I am sorry that the human experience is thus. But he is always with you. He is near you, with great love, and with tremendous pride.
When you feel a warmth in your heart as you think of your dear lost one, it is him, loving you with a joy untold in all the Earth. When you sit and think of him, and remember him with deep love and gratitude, you pull him ever nearer to you.
So sit, my dear, and reflect on his gifts to you. Remember his love for you. Remember your love for him. Feel joy in what he gave you. Hold his memory with as much good remembrance as you can muster. For this is his gift. This is when you let him near to love you.
When you celebrate his life, when you celebrate his love, when you celebrate your love, you let him mingle with your soul and wash you in Love. Just as your love does not end when his physical expression is gone, neither does his love for you.
But then, you knew this, didn't you?
If not, look into your heart, and you will know it is true.
Sit in stillness and celebration, and he will show you.
He will love you.
As I do. As I do.
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