Of course I miss hugging you and hearing you yell whenever I do. And then you'll think I've gone mad and ask if I need to be checked into Woodbridge. (We do a lot of the same things, don't we?) Ah well. And whenever I need to laugh, I just open up one of the vids we took of you doing stupid things like yelling into your wardrobe. Of course then I'll be mixed in between laughter and crying. But that's okay.
Or in my case, until I get to you. Which is true, really. Every second, every step I take, it brings me closer to you. We're dying from the day we are born - and I'm not afraid to say it anymore, even though it hurts, but I'm not afraid. It's true, really. Our cells are dying all the time - and they're also being renewed. Which is really strange.
I just hope that people from Summerland/Heaven get to see and visit the souls who are in purgatory, even if the souls in purgatory don't get to go straight to Summerland/Heaven. So that I get to see you first. ^_^ I say Summerland/Heaven to please my doubly-religious, Druid-Catholic nature. Both are basically the same place anyway. At least the way I see it.
I think I'm going to have to serve purgatory. I'm not too sure if God (or the Goddess, for that matter) is still angry about that time that Huimin and I blew up the microwave, years back.
This is from Ivor's blog:
Time is short. There's NEVER enough time to finish EVERYTHING. Let us just fully make use of all the time we have, and not let a single second be wasted. (:
That's true, of course. There's never enough time, because the way I see it, time only exists on Earth. After this, I don't really know what happens, if there's time in Summerland/Heaven, at all. I don't know if the vast rolling hills and grass are eternal, or if they end somewhere. I don't know if time passes the same way there as it does here. I don't know anything. But I can believe.
Even if we can't finish learning everything here, we will keep learning in Summerland/Heaven. After all, we can just ask Mr Einstein and Mr Faraday. :3 Plus there's Mr Jackson there to show off the moonwalk - so it can't be all that bad, can it?
Summerland.
The only downsides are that I'm not sure if we can still go bungee jumping in the Grand Canyon in Summerland/Heaven. (You guys already know that I think Heaven, Mortaldom, and Hell are all on the same physical plane, even if they're not on the same metaphysically. Maybe in Heaven/Summerland, we can flit between this physical plane and those vast rolling greens.) I'm not sure if there still is gravity or if we all sprout feathery wings and start flying. In which case I think the wings would provide too much resistance to make it feasible to go bungee jumping properly.
“You warriors, here your battles are over, You workers, here your tasks are done. You who are hurt, here find healing, You who are weary, here find rest, You who are old, here grow young again, For this is the Shining Isle, the Land of Youth, the Isle of Apples, Here, what is remembered lives...” (From Reclaiming’s Spiral Dance ritual.)
I love this view on death and dying. It's peaceful. It's not scary. I suppose stuff like this is the sort of stuff which the first time it hits you, it's frightening, until you realise there's nothing to be scared about. The Pagan and Catholic views on death are basically the same, really. People aren't gone from existence, we're only changed. In that same way, death isn't dying the way we would normally think about it. Death is change. Death is a painful, suffering, torturous, beautiful change. It's painful for those who are left behind. But it's a cycle, it's a beautiful cycle, and it's nothing more than a passage that each of us will go through. It's not a question of if we will. It's a question of when we will.
And we will meet, one day. Some day. /|\
