“Let’s live alive.” ~ Unknown
So when that happened, I was sitting in front of the zoom conference. Overwhelming sadness struck me like a freight train. And no matter how much I tried to delve into emotional training or collect self-help tricks, I couldn’t stop the train at that moment.
Emotions struck me, forcing me to stop and collapse with simple, obvious, beautiful, and powerful truths. I miss my friend.
I was very busy in this new Covid world, collecting her photos for her obituary and responding to her family about who talks and what is said. He had the equipment and technical know-how to communicate with the person who carefully designed the obituary, monitor whether the eldest son of the family knew what a zoom meeting was, and participate.
Everything was done by email, text, and sometimes by phone. I don’t think I’ve noticed how much this can keep me busy until I’m disconnected.
A short tug of war came when one of my friend’s other best friends mentioned how an elderly aunt, a pastor of a local community church, decided he didn’t want to say that my friend was Buddhist. happened.
She grew up in a Christian home and family, but has practiced Buddhism for the past 30 years.
“Don’t mention that part,” she said.
I was almost insulted.
“But she was I’m a Buddhist, “I ran into the phone.
“Yes … but … her family isn’t, and I don’t think her aunt is a good idea to raise it.”
I felt my face getting hot. I spend a considerable amount of time to see if a Buddhist monk can agree to say some prayers for his friends when celebrating her journey in the next life. I made a phone call. Then it took me a little longer to find someone who knew how to operate the zoom.
A kind priest in Brooklyn agreed to do so. He also said that they were praying for the deceased every day for the next month or so, and he could include my friends.
“No, just the service is fine,” I replied. I didn’t want to mentally check from the to-do list and build the altar needed to participate.
This wasn’t what I really wanted to do — all this plan — but her family was overwhelmed by the sudden death of my friend and let me and her other food friends do it. I asked.
I’ve never done anything like this before, but of course I just felt I had to. That’s what my friend does — roll up her sleeves to get it done. She was very willing and this was a feature I admired.
I remember going to Indonesia on an overseas trip. They had just erupted the volcano just before we arrived. I was worried about my friend’s ability to navigate in such situations (because her health was beginning to affect her walking ability) and sincerely suggested checking the company’s flight insurance and reschedule. Did. But she just laughed at it.
“We are still on the way. I am very excited, I have never been! We must have faith, T,” she said. “Believe everything is okay, and it will be. No matter what.”
Oh, I smiled at myself. of course.
Even if you focus on the spiritual path and believe in what we can’t see yet, in the face of end-stage illnesses and natural disasters, the game “We create our reality” is the furthest away. The truth that I think can look like a thing. Still, she faced both and declared it.
I was relieved that day and was watching immediately secret, To solidify that sense of security.
And that’s what I loved about my friends. At some point in my spiritual journey, I thought that we were the only ones who spoke and believed in this way. Of course, when I traveled to the spiritual Facebook group, I was happy to learn that it wasn’t true.But I was able to talk to me with a friend anything..
She was older than me and had a lot of experience in her life. When I met her eight years ago, I felt like I had a spiritual jackpot! She had so much wisdom, and I was very pleased to absorb it all.
For example, she was one of the first people in the world to attend the Abraham Hicks conference, detailing the power she felt in the room that day when discussing “whether Abraham’s teachings were genuine.” .. ” or not.
She taught me about meditation and chanting. She told me that you can’t change what you don’t admit. She taught me that it is important to actually “take a walk” every day. Even if the walk was more and more difficult for her.
All of this rushed back to me when I talked to her friend on the phone. Really, I was talking to that super-religious aunt. Who did you think she was anyway? It wasn’t her, me, or us! These people don’t know what the Celebration of Life is!
“Well, she (aunt) doesn’t want to rob God of anything,” her friend sighed.
“But this is It’s not Away from God, “I counterattacked. “that is all God. That’s another way of looking at it! And that was very important to her! She woke up at 4:30 am every day for 30 years and chanted! That was her! ”
My friend of a friend collected her words carefully and carefully. “Well … she asked me to serve her, and she didn’t leave me any specific instructions on what to do.”
At that moment, I jumped out of it. I muted the phone, took a deep breath, and then unmuted it. “That’s right,” I said. “She asked you. Please don’t come to the monk. You should do whatever you think is best.”
I felt a sense of relief from the other side of the phone, and my friend of a friend soon became a chipper. “Wow! Well then, we’ll get to the program and we’ll get back to you,” she said.
After hanging up, I sat silently. I thought I was having an improvised religious showdown for my friends. And I was ready to roll up my sleeves and go to town. but why? Is it even important to push this point now? Especially with people who are completely obsessed with their own way. Especially On complex topics like religion.
What was I trying to prove? My friend wasn’t like that. She lived alive. Perhaps some of me were still fighting to see myself. Our journey was very parallel, but for a long time I thought I stopped worrying about the thoughts of religious people.
It became clear to me why the universe made monks mention the moon of prayer for those who died. At that time, I knew that I would politely add my friends to the list.
For the ceremony, I ended up doing a sweet video tribute of our time in Indonesia. It hinted at someone my friend was spiritual, culturally enthusiastic and exploring. This was the moment I choked me during the service (and some others). I miss my friend.
I missed being seen, heard and understood. I miss having an ally and someone I didn’t have to explain my spiritual journey. I also felt it was important to confront the aunt.
I’ve always said that it doesn’t matter what people practice. If it’s done in love, if you invite me, I’ll come. It’s really all God, so now you can “walk” in real time. Let’s live alive.
Perhaps by letting go and reminding others of my friends the way they chose, I most respected my friends, and what we learned together on a physical journey.