A Question of Presence?

 

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How do you see the flower, is it with your eyes only or is it through the flower being present in all your senses. Do you feel the flower in your subconscious, does it communicate with you through your screen as you sit with it?

Do you connect with my presence as you read my words and if so, what is it you feel. Can I leave my lounge and enter your world just by sharing my thoughts with you. Can you feel the authenticity of a person through their words on paper, or through a book they have written. Is this the same if something is written that does not sit well with you, or blend well with your understanding of life? Interesting isn’t it how we are drawn to others we have never met, we feel a connection with them, trust them and even care about what happens to them.

If we are all energy, can we not communicate and blend without being present in a room? I believe we can, I think that we can go anywhere if we are accepted and welcomed. I think it probably boils down to acceptance because if something does not sit well with me I shut it down, stop allowing it in, and refocus myself.

Look at the medium of Skype, how real does that conversation feel, for me when I am connected with a person there is no difference to if they were sitting across the room. I hold consultations over Skype and have used it for my own benefit. Reading what someone has written is the same for me, it’s as if they are communicating directly with me, I feel them.

I know I’m asking a lot of questions here, I probably have all the answers somewhere too, inside in my subconscious, floating around waiting for the right time. I just think these questions are fascinating, they are food for the soul.

So tell me, how close to you am I now as I ask them?

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Always Ask the Question Why

Always ask the question why,

my grandfather said to me.

He gave me a diary and a pen,

the words inscribed to see.

He was a man of intellect,

he was a man of vision.

Reading at his writing desk,

not watching television.

We used to sit and talk for hours,

exploring many things.

Why the world was round,

what literature meant to him.

He taught me to philosophise,

to think a little more.

He instilled the trait in me,

keep asking until I’m sure.

It will take so many lifetimes,

there’s multitudes to learn.

Not leaving doubts unanswered,

a candle I have to burn.

Every puzzle has a final piece,

just to slot in place to see.

Always ask the question why,

my grandfather said to me.

Soul Trauma

Are there traumatised souls beyond this world…

Much of my work in life has been with traumatised children, many of whom have been traumatised through their early life experiences. Born into unloving homes, with parents incapable of providing the love a child needs to thrive or abused at the hands of adults who should have cared for them.

Although early intervention, love and understanding can help in recovery for children who have suffered traumatic experiences, I believe in some way the soul carries these scars forward, certainly in this life and maybe beyond. If the purpose of the challenges on earth is to develop the soul so that it becomes enlightened, surely it can only do this through these memories and how they impact upon this life.  What understanding we gain from them and how we change.

They say that stress can bring on disease to the body and I have seen that enough to believe it possible, but what about the soul. Does the soul carry the trauma on with it or can it, when not connected to the body understand the reason for the challenges.  Are these challenges just for us, our own learning, or are they for the people around us and part of their lessons.

Mediums or channellers of spirits might say that they have a connection with a soul who passed and give evidence to loved ones of an illness that took the spirit over. If this is a memory for the family, providing evidence of life after death, it must remain in some way with the soul of the spirit that has passed.  I hope that after death illness disappears as it is only an illness of the body but I have a feeling the memories must surely remain.

My mother has always had a fear of not being able to breath, terrible claustrophobia.  Today my mother sits with an oxygen cylinder by her side assisting her breathing, her lung capacity is at a minimum and she has a lung disease that will eventually end her life.  That the fear became a reality is strange, is it a coincidence or something more meaningful, did she know all that time ago, was she in fact involved in the plan.  I know for sure that I have learnt from her pain and will continue to learn as I care for her.

The soul of the child is born into a family who cannot show love and therefore the child cannot learn love unless, provided with this experience. The child cannot show empathy, trust and understanding to others, as it has no knowledge of these things in this lifetime. But what about the soul of the child, the soul that has lived many lifetimes before this one, does it not retain some of those memories. Do the challenges and lessons of previous lives help us through the ones that follow.

What about our resilience, do we develop it here on earth or is this something we bring with us, learnt from the many challenges of the paths we have walked before. What is natural resilience anyway, I’m resilient, but I also know I have achieved this through my own experiences here. I am able to deal with some traumatic situations by removing myself from the pain of them. Or am I still kidding myself, will the pain slap me around the face one day.

The brain of the child does not receive the signals required from the parent in order to grow and development is delayed. What happens to the soul is it underdeveloped too, does it know it has been let down, is it raging inside that this life might negatively dictate its future journey.

Does the soul not recall love, does it not know there is love in the world. I know as a child, I had a friend, invisible to the adults around me but she loved me. I was born into a loving family and I did forget her, maybe when life on this world became the larger part of my experience and therefore had to be the truth. But I hope this shows we are born with an understanding of love and that we bring some of it with us.

I don’t think the soul is a blank canvas at birth I think it retains some of the wonder of worlds beyond and lives before. It just forgets as the new world unfolds around it. Hopefully a child will receive love, know that there is someone there for them unconditionally and grow up into a loving and understanding world.

I hope that the memories the soul carries help in this life, even if forgotten for now they provide a memory of what is possible and hope.

When people live traumatic lives, through loneliness, war, loss, mental health and illness how long does it take to recover and what happens to the soul. If each lifetime is a lesson, can one lifetime destroy the lessons learnt before.

When you hear stories about life beyond this world you hear of ills being cured, those that were blind seeing, those who could not walk walking. What about those that were not loved, I assume they, find love and are loved in return. I’m guessing they will have more time to recover before the next life………….

I found this piece of writing in my drafts, it was before my mother passed over.  I probably wrote it at a time I attempting to come to terms with grief, thinking about my own personal trauma and that of my mothers.  I haven’t answered all of the questions yet, I might not.