Dear Devaki, I fear your posting is going to result in me being late
for work! I identify so much with what you have written! I too have
had such a busy time with work and centre that it's been hard to
find time to post - in spite of my promise to the contrary!
One of the things I have been wanting to post about is stories about
my father and the last year of his life, including his death. Your
story has inspired me to start my story series - but not today as I
must be out of the house soon. Just a couple of snippets today... I
too had the beautiful experience of singing to my father in hospital
and feeling the beauty of Guru's light in the room. My father was in
hospital for about 10 days, in and out of consciousness, and my
mother and I spend most of each day there. In my case I spent most
of the time singing, which was a beautiful experience (and totally
amazed the hospital staff!).
For about 6 weeks after Dad left his body, I experienced what I can
only describe as "joy bursts". Mostly these occurred after
meditation when I was sitting quietly just reading. Suddenly I would
feel an arrow shoot into my heart - just like in the myths about
cupid, but the arrow was filled with joy, not love. What's more, it
had my father's signature on it... I can't describe it any other
way! The arrow would 'pierce' me and then explode or perhaps
burst... like a bubble filled with joy. The wordless message was
clear - my father's soul was giving me a glimpse of the joy of the
other world. There was a kind of thrill attached too, as if he were
saying, "It's amazing! You're right! The soul's world is filled with
joy!!"
Enough!! I must go to work! I leave you with one of my favourite
poems by Sri Chinmoy -:
In vain
Death, the finite
Tries to hide
Life, the Infinite
Gratitude for your beautiful posting and the inspiration it's given
me!
Dear Devaki, I fear your posting is going to result in me being late
for work! I identify so much with what you have written! I too have
had such a busy time with work and centre that it's been hard to
find time to post - in spite of my promise to the contrary!
One of the things I have been wanting to post about is stories about
my father and the last year of his life, including his death. Your
story has inspired me to start my story series - but not today as I
must be out of the house soon. Just a couple of snippets today... I
too had the beautiful experience of singing to my father in hospital
and feeling the beauty of Guru's light in the room. My father was in
hospital for about 10 days, in and out of consciousness, and my
mother and I spend most of each day there. In my case I spent most
of the time singing, which was a beautiful experience (and totally
amazed the hospital staff!).
For about 6 weeks after Dad left his body, I experienced what I can
only describe as "joy bursts". Mostly these occurred after
meditation when I was sitting quietly just reading. Suddenly I would
feel an arrow shoot into my heart - just like in the myths about
cupid, but the arrow was filled with joy, not love. What's more, it
had my father's signature on it... I can't describe it any other
way! The arrow would 'pierce' me and then explode or perhaps
burst... like a bubble filled with joy. The wordless message was
clear - my father's soul was giving me a glimpse of the joy of the
other world. There was a kind of thrill attached too, as if he were
saying, "It's amazing! You're right! The soul's world is filled with
joy!!"
Enough!! I must go to work! I leave you with one of my favourite
poems by Sri Chinmoy -:
In vain
Death, the finite
Tries to hide
Life, the Infinite
Gratitude for your beautiful posting and the inspiration it's given
me!
Sushmitam