A Transmission on Grief

Forms are always rising and falling. Relationships are always coming and going. Things are forever, irrevocably changing. Life becomes death. What is won is later lost. Pieces and parts are always shifting. Heavenly bodies and mitochondria are always spinning, as the tides of time and space spin on their axis.

And grief—it binds us to the grids of life. When we experience what we perceive as loss, our hearts thunder and quake at the undoing of having love and loosing it. But what is loved is never lost. As forms rise and fall as waves in the Great Ocean of Love, the Love that turns it all remains.

But grieve we must. For we are a part of the web of life. We are here. We are a part of this Dream. So we inhabit these human bodies and selves—these lives and relationships. Grief is here. In the crashing of waves, as love weaves its many forms throughout our lives, and time sees them all crash and disappear, to return to the void when their time has come.

And how the heart yearns for what it desires! How attached we become to the forms! How our heart aches for its longings to be met, and weeps when it can not receive its desires!

The answer is then, to love what is lost. Do not close your heart to the form you have loved so dearly. Let that love radiate through out your soul and spill out into the many lives you touch with such open hearted devotion to Love! When we open our hearts to love, griefs and all, all we will find is love!

So love it all and grieve it all. Become the channel for divine grace to come into the world through your surrendered heart. Be that grace through embodying it in your willingness to be transformed by the love of grief. The love that sets us free.

When the roots of grief grow into the wings of joy, we fly on the grace filled winds of the divine. It’s all right here. In the muck and the mud, in the divine surrender to the process, in the embracing of life, loss and death.

Not to be above it all—but to be in the very muck and mud. We must grieve. And as we take the journey of ascension through the waters of embodiment, grieving the muck and mud we move through as we rise, we grow into the grace of the lotus flower.

While the lotus flower does not appear to be, it is made of that muck and mud. It’s where its roots remain. The suffering, the darkness and confusion, the loss, the many and great griefs of life and death—this is the very muck and mud that births our highest rise into the divine truth of love!

This muck and mud sustains us. It is the rich soil that feeds the long and steady process of moving through the depths to reach the sky! As we toil in the waters of growth, the muck and mud is what allows us to feed and thrive.

The rising and falling of forms, cascading lives through the great expanse of time, is the stuff of deep rich soil. Our ancestors gave their forms to be the rich soil of grief held within the deep wells of love that sustains our ascent to the realms of embodied grace.

We are the rising up of Love! In every breath! In every moment! We are the rising wave that catches its taste of the sky! And one day our wave and all the waves around us, crash back into the abyss and the forms cease to exist.

But water remembers and holds within its very structure the memory of every form it has ever held. With deep love and devotion, this Cosmic Soup of All holds every life as as cherished and precious gift within it. Each life a shimmering jewel of existence—a breath of the Great Mother rising up in the dream of the Great Father, to be a Child of God. Of course our divine parentage would cherish each and every child among the infinite expanse of its loving embrace!

What then is lost? Does Love not move in miraculous ways? Each form is held in the memory of the infinite waters of the Mother, and shining within the eternal light of the Father—even though it may no longer be physical, the Love that played that form remains! The cherished multidimensional story of each form is here in Spirit! We can commune with the spirits of the lives lost to this dream, and share in Love with them in a new way.

So we grieve, for we must. It is the churning wheels and grinds of time that sustain the dream. How else shall forms rise and fall? If Creator is to experience the Dream of Separation and Multiplicity, so that it may give and receive love within itself, it must know the full extent of what that means.

Love is won and lost in this Dream. The many ways and forms that love seeks to know its self demands this. The duality churns and grinds this reality. Our full spectrum experience of this duality reality is required in order for it to keep spinning and making more dream. So all of it. All of it.

And always, two will become One, for this is the momentum of All this set forth in the deep heart of our Mother Father. And when this happens, the dream is remembered for what it is. Then the grief of separation is embraced through the remembrance of Divine Love and the Unity that IS!

There could never be any loss, for the deep current and Truth of reality is that We ARE All One! One Love. One flowing Light of Divine Truth. Dreaming as many precious forms, but dreaming none the less. We cherish the stories. We must let them go when their time has come, and let the new ones rise. And in this we can also remember the Truth that is greater than the sum of all the stories—the Truth that Love is All and Always Remains!

So we are to be here, to be of heaven and earth, of Truth and Stardust. We are to ride the waves of love as we dream this dream, but the call is to be not of the dream while we dream it. Embracing the body and inhabiting the heart, but moving through the eyes of God Inside. Let us be the starlight bodies of the Sophia Christ—the divine essence of our souls which animates us, held within the flesh of these temporary forms. Let us be the emissaries of love! Let us be the breath of Creation within the Dream!

May we grieve. May we love. May we burst open at the seams revealing the Love that Sustains beyond the dream! May we consciously be those Living Lights of the Divine Inside. May we be as the lotus is to the muck and the mud. May we be the sublime grace, alive in the dream, made manifest through our willingness to feel it all.