“If I were to tell you that I was
going to die, would you still play with me?” the mother asked her children one
day.
“Well, how is it that you will die,
Mama? You are not so ill, are you?”
“I’m not so well. The doctors said that
I have a particular condition which requires that I cannot control my destiny.
It is set before me now.”
And so the children wept at their
mother’s feet, and their mother dissolved into them.
Mama said, “I have a notion that I
will always be with you, even after I have left my body behind. I feel as
though we are here on this earth for a very short time together. When it is my
time to depart, I will take up my soul and fly to the astral realm. How is that
for you, children?”
“Well”, said Veronica, “I think I may
not be able to express my mind, but my heart is throbbing.”
And Sol chimed in: “Mama, I don’t think
that I can live without you.”
Mama pulled them close and said,
“That’s an interesting point about relatives. We are so connected that we have
absolutely nowhere to hide when something like this occurs. It’s as though
there’s a knot with us inside. When one part of the knot is dispersed we don’t
have the same knot. Luckily, we have other knots that we are a part of and so,
if we take up another knot, we feel whole again. I bathed you. I fed you. I
nestled and struggled and tossled your hair. How is it that you could forget.
And that will never change. What will be in need of change is that, perhaps, I
can no longer play the games that I used to play. I no longer have the energy.
And there is nothing that can be done about it. However, we can develop new
ones, like this one.” And setting them on their feet, started:
“Children, open up your hands and cup
them in front of you”, she said, closing her eyes. “I resonate inside my heart
and the juice of love penetrates my being. I hold my hands above yours,” she
said as she winked open an eye to see where she was going, “and incline my
energy such that if I were to pour my heart’s love into your hands, it would
say:
I bequeath to you my joy and my love,
May joy and love be yours always.
Blessings, Mama.”
…The children were incredulous. They
felt such joy at the prospect of a new type of game and a new recollection of
their symptomatic heart throbbing. It was pure love that they felt for their
mother and it shone in them through her example.
They took up a practice and became
quite stellar at sharing their hearts’ flow with one another.
On another occasion, the children
thought of a game of their own.
“What is it?” declared Mama.
“Well,” thought the children, “it’s
better to show you, Mama.” And so they did:
“Mama, what would you say to an
outing today?”
Mama said she would take them up on
it.
Bedside, they told her the most
marvelous encounters with great horned owls, gossamer-winged butterflies, and
thick forests of trees.
“How did you like your outing, Mama,”
they asked plaintively.
When she came back from her reposeful
journey, she said, “I haven’t had this good a time, since the last time we
played.”
They were ever busy, the three of
them, making merry with the games they taught each other. Some were mirthful,
some mercurial, and yet, all with the purpose of stealing time for their
eventual parting.
“Well,” said Mama, “I really must be
having a look at you both.” And she did. “Would you say that you could make it
without me?”
The children burst into tears and ran
to Mama in a panic. “I don’t think we could,” they said.
After she finished hugging them, she
said, “Then, that calls for another game… When you are done with this game, you
will never see my body as anything but angelic. And you will take up your
swords of light to my presence by you forever. Do you understand that I am an
angel, as you both are from the same realm, and once I am no longer in my body,
I will take up residence alongside the both of you; see that you resolve
yourselves every day to my presence as light. And take up your swords of light,
bearing with them the good qualities that you both offer to the world… There.
How was that game?”
They had such a time comingling their
auras with one another. They flung their swords of light above their heads in a
victory march. Mama watched on. And now, it was time for bed. As they dropped
off to sleep, Mama repeated the words again and again to them, tossling their
hair as she said:
“I bequeath to you my joy and my love,
May joy and love be yours always.
Blessings, Mama.”
And Mama passed away during the
night. Her children nestled against her bosom and she was so happy to be
returning to the astral realm. They had foreseen it, Veronica and Sol, for they
felt the angels reclaiming their very own, Bergen. She followed the path of
light in her realm, atop Veronica’s head and Sol’s sternum. Duals were like
this…
And when the children awoke and found
their mama gone from the body, they took up the plan but not without tears in
their eyes – they, hand in hand repeated over and over again:
“I bequeath to you my joy and my love,
May joy and love be yours always.
Blessings…”
They halted, stared out into the
universe, and, faltering no more:
“Blessings, Mama”
“Mom, we get it,” they said
simultaneously.
“Mom, we know that you are near. It
wouldn’t be anyone but you in our angels’ realm. It’s that way for us. We feel
gratitude… We believe in you.
Blessings, Mama”
“Bergen,” said Samantha, “how did you
fare this time around?”
Bergen, now feted with astral
recollections of her joy of motherhood, reflected, “I think they’ll do
alright.”
The End
