Death Brings A Magic Carpet Ride

Making it through another Christmas without my son, Jacob, is hard. When I allow myself to think about all that could/should have been, the pain is deep and tears flow easily. Most of the time, I just try to keep my thoughts elsewhere. I know I'm not alone in this approach. Many people have become my support during these past two years, three months, and most of them have been other moms who have lost children. It is to these people I look to determine whether my actions and attitudes are "normal"~whatever that means.

Last night, I found myself going to a group on Facebook I've been a part of for over a year. Most of the group members are moms who have lost children. The group is called "Who Am I Now?" It is a closed group, so I apologize that you can't go check it out. Sometimes it's important for us to have a safe place to go and write what we need to write. Other moms who've lost children can understand our need to cry out for help or to say it has been a suprisingly good couple of weeks. We can freely write about our children and not worry about someone getting bored with what we would like to share. As I pored over the site last night, I found a wonderful posting by one of the moms. She had gotten it from a website called HeavenLetters (http://heavenletters.org), and I'd like to share it here.

HEAVEN #2943 A Ride on a Magic Carpet, December 15, 2008

God said:

No matter what I say and how much I say, it seems that My children fear death, so-called death. Do you not know that leaving the cumbersome body is part of life?

That the body dies is no secret. Must it seem like such a dire thing? Must it? Life on Earth is not really a matter of life and death. I know you think so. You think that death is some horror waiting for you. Haven't you been taught to fear it? Camps called hospitals have been set up to delay it, medicines to defray it. Concern with the body's death is an occupation on Earth. Do not let it become a preoccupation. It's not worth it.

I will tell you, with all due regard to life, that from life to death is like going from riding a donkey to riding a magic carpet. I do not disparage life on Earth by calling it a donkey, for you know I love everything, every creature, and you. Riding a donkey is a wonderful thing. Flying on a magic carpet is another wonderful thing. This magic carpet awaits all. It exists for you. It is your servant. No one really wants to live forever in his body.

Death is not a vulture waiting for you. There is no death, beloveds. It is a lovely thing to ride on this metaphor of a magic carpet. When you ride on this magic carpet, illusion falls away. All the troubles of the world are illusion. Do you really want to hang on to illusion forever?Illusion serves you as it serves you. It serves only for a little while. It serves only in the illusion of time. Will you believe me when I tell you that Reality far exceeds even the finest of illusions on Earth? Again, this is not to take away from what you hold important and all the love that the world does hold. This is not to take you away from the joy of children and the fun of hopping, skipping, and jumping. Because the world is illusion doesn't take away a jot from the joys of illusion. The joys of illusion are like previews of what is to come. Not only what is to come, but what has been, and never was otherwise.

The clothes you wear on Earth are cover-ups. Even the body is hidden on Earth. How much more is hidden from your view!

There is no death. There is no purgatory. If there is purgatory, consider life on Earth that. Life on Earth purges you of many things. That is not to say that you need to get ready to be in My Presence. You have never been anywhere else. You are already in My Presence.

I simply don't want you to have so much mumbo-jumbo about death. Death does not bring you to your knees. It is not an ogre. It does not defeat you. It is just a servant. Whatever you think, it serves you well. It is not that Death helps you to escape from life. Death is a leaving, but it is not an escape. Life is yours forever. Death brushes your hair from your eyes so that you can see all that which was obscured from your view. It is like Death takes your sunglasses off. You simply don't need them anymore. No angle of the Sun's light is too bright for you anymore.Are sunglasses, even designer sunglasses, really so precious to you? Do you think you are not you without them?

When your body dies, nothing has happened. It is not the big deal you have thought.When on Earth you travel from one country to another, you simply travel from one beautiful country to another. You are still you.

And when your time on Earth is up, you simply change your direction and continue on your adventure. And you are still you.