When people walk out of their bodies and into the formless realm, they take everything with them but the literal baggage they leave behind…
their body, the constrictions that become embedded within them in the cycle of birth sickness aging… on the way to dying… Sometimes some intergenerational wealth, but money—no matter how much—never replaces presence. In death, the weight lifts, and the body begins to decompose.
Those who are left behind on this planet, whether dancing between worlds or rooted in the show they call reality… what we hold of those who have passed on is what stays.
Memories, old stories, damages, wounds, joy, laughter, peaceful moments, all of it ours to release. Whatever we choose to hold is what stays… The weight is ours to hold or let go. ours.
So what do we do with the remains of ill will, sadness that hardened to anger and misunderstandings, accusations and malcontent that crystalized before the death of the one who held such contempt? How do we seek out the places in our own bodies where that energy stuck without reifying the trauma that stuck it there?
We think that, the day someone who spent a lifetime resenting our existence leaves their body, there would be relief, even feelings of newfound freedom.
But that is surface play.
The truth is that we never die, we never stop navigating the universe and the realms of Samsara simply because we turned the page on this chapter of “life”… even once we’ve made it to a new body.
So for those left here–“outliving” someone who wished harm upon us–we can hold those wounds alive for all eternity or move them out of our systems.. When we leave these bodies, it is said to feel like a shot of life…. (Life that we can live rather than die to find) the Return to the inherent emptiness of all things—like the great blank slate…
So when the ancestors and the ones who walked with them walk on, what do we keep of the truth of their existence?
Because it is all available… the good, the bad and the ugly…
What do we keep?
If we choose to stay in relationship, we can heal those wounds together without the constrictions of flesh and story… If we listen hard enough, we can hear what they want us to know now.
And Let it go. Whatever it is. Good bad or ugly…
I am listening.
As so many beloveds, and those I admire, walk on…
even those who taught others their way of constriction… brought great harm… are finding the vastness of this universe outside of the bodies we knew.
If the opposite of harm is rooted in its balm, then the only thing to do is spread the balm of love on the wounds that remain open and let the residue go from where it is stored in our beings. May all beings know the fullness of our hearts and give some of that love back to ourselves
May those who we teach see past the smoke and mirrors of our misgivings and make their own way to understanding
May we forgive those places we didn’t know the wounds reside and heal the places where pain took root
May we find peace where strife once was and hold the deepest love for those who are now finding their way back to the beauty of all that is.
May every one who gave their own happiness in search of the approval of another meet the approval of their own spirit’s voice
May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering.
here is a song for this moment from Anne Erlewine…
Palace of Muse 