Posted on Monday, 2 May 2011

lightteam:

Dear Hannah, As the doctor walked out to tell me you wouldn’t make it, I walked in to tell him you would. Mom was sobbing. Dad kept asking me where his little girl went, why her heart stopped. Questions I couldn’t answer any other way but to just hold him. God is my love for you. I understood. The flesh is like the fruit of the apple tree. Our spirit is like the branches. The trunk is where all becomes one, the state of being where unconditional love is all that exists. It transcends all, yet is responsible for all’s creation of itself. The trunk is like the Heaven they speak of. I told dad that if the apple was no longer, to feel the branches: your spirit which is so alive. If even the branches were to leave, then be with the trunk, because certainly you are there. He wept, and asked me again where you were going. I left to find you. They were shocking your heart, over and over. I moved closer. I remembered when you were born, I watched you exit the womb and enter the world. Now I was watching you exit the world and enter the womb. I didn’t want you to leave, I love you so much, so I met you where you were going. My love carried me. I met you at the trunk. We stood in Heaven together. And I realized, I hadn’t gone anywhere, I had become my most unconditional self, the truest state of being. It is a becoming. Heaven is a becoming of ourselves. It is where we all, already are. I didn’t go anywhere. God revealed to me, that I am.
Humbled before love, I felt you. Then you came back. I did too. I had witnessed the sparing of your life by love. I still am. And I will be here when you wake up. Love you.

lightteam:

Dear Hannah, As the doctor walked out to tell me you wouldn’t make it, I walked in to tell him you would. Mom was sobbing. Dad kept asking me where his little girl went, why her heart stopped. Questions I couldn’t answer any other way but to just hold him. God is my love for you. I understood. The flesh is like the fruit of the apple tree. Our spirit is like the branches. The trunk is where all becomes one, the state of being where unconditional love is all that exists. It transcends all, yet is responsible for all’s creation of itself. The trunk is like the Heaven they speak of. I told dad that if the apple was no longer, to feel the branches: your spirit which is so alive. If even the branches were to leave, then be with the trunk, because certainly you are there. He wept, and asked me again where you were going. I left to find you. They were shocking your heart, over and over. I moved closer. I remembered when you were born, I watched you exit the womb and enter the world. Now I was watching you exit the world and enter the womb. I didn’t want you to leave, I love you so much, so I met you where you were going. My love carried me. I met you at the trunk. We stood in Heaven together. And I realized, I hadn’t gone anywhere, I had become my most unconditional self, the truest state of being. It is a becoming. Heaven is a becoming of ourselves. It is where we all, already are. I didn’t go anywhere. God revealed to me, that I am.

Humbled before love, I felt you. Then you came back. I did too. I had witnessed the sparing of your life by love. I still am. And I will be here when you wake up. Love you.

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