Saturday, October 17, 2020

Purpose of Our Soul's Journey--Dr. Brian Weiss

 


Dr. Brian Weiss: "Just a reminder that death is not what it seems. Consciousness is expanded upon leaving the physical body. Colors and sounds are more vivid. The purpose of our soul's journey becomes more clear. We immediately recognize our timeless links to other souls, our eternal relationships. Our spiritual nature is manifest; and in those moments we understand we are immortal beings of wisdom, infinite love, and compassion." 

 https://www.brianweiss.com 

 

Photo of Owens River, CA, Copyright by Linda Pendleton

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Great Grandma, How Did Grandpa Get to Heaven?

 


This excerpt is from our book, To Dance With Angels, and is a conversation my three-year-old grandson had with my mother, years ago. “Linda’s three-year-old grandson, Brian, gave us quite a lesson in humility the other day. He was looking at a photo of his great-grandfather, who died some years ago, and he asked Linda’s mother, Rose, some direct and penetrating questions, as the young do best. “Where is your grandfather?” Brian asked Rose.

She smiled, understanding his confusion over relationships, and explained to him: “He was my husband, your great-grandfather. He is not with us now.”

“Where is he?” Brian persisted.

“He died,” Rose replied quietly. “He is with God now, in heaven.”

“How did he get there?” continued the prosecuting attorney, boring in for the whole truth. “Did he drive his car?”

Rose laughed, searching for the answer on a blank wall of her mind, then she bent her arms and flapped like a bird, gazed skyward, said nothing.

Brian lost interest immediately. “Oh,” he said, in closing, “my dad does that all the time.”

Mundane stuff, Brian; you bet. No big deal about flying from here to there, not anymore. Routine event. So is dying. So routine that it does not command the interest or even find a model in the three-year-old mind. Heaven could be no different than Cleveland or Disneyland to our Brians. And death has no meaning to them. They may cry if Dad flies off to Cleveland or Disneyland or heaven without them, but the tears are tears of separation, not of tragedy, and the mental model of Disneyland for Brian is of roughly the same quality as the mental model of heaven for Rose.

Rose does not know with any sense of certainty where her John has gone. She cannot see him, touch him, hear his laughter, feel his hand upon her cheek—she has but a vague and shadowed trust or hope that he does still exist somewhere in some form and that she will join him there one day. But she is in precisely the same boat as little Brian when his daddy flies off to St. Louis or Kansas City or other esoteric and unimaginable places.”

 

-Linda  




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