On Aging.
I had a chance to speak yesterday for about three and a half hours with my mentor in Canada. Just this Spring she lost a beloved younger sister to a rapid onset brain cancer.
C and I are thirty plus years apart in age.
Since my youngest childhood people over age 50 were always my best friends and who I felt emotionally as well as psychologically closest to; differences in pop culture exposure meant nothing at all as our conversations tended always to center on metaphysics as well as on the development of our minds as Spirit and on civic character.
As such, I didn’t simply experience Seniors aging around me.
We spent my entire childhood and adult life aging in life and mind and body together. And I, thank my lucky stars, have been able to glean wisdom from all their insights that made me a better person as my own age progressed while I hope giving back social comfort and emotional support to them as their lifetime progressed.
When C and I have the opportunity to speak in person by phone, we do. We also keep up routinely every week typically at this stage of life by email. The hardest part is not being able to see one another in person and knowing that we will never have the opportunity to spend time together in these physical bodies this lifetime yet again.
In 2006, after her husband passed of throat cancer, she made the choice to move north to Canada to be with her sisters and children and stepchildren once again. Her move North changed her friendship with me, but only in that now we only get to see and interact by phone and computer in the irl and by prayer chat in the metaphysical realms.
Her home with her husband in Florida had been for many years of beloved spot for the couple. After his passing it still remained dear to her heart but being close to her relatives took precedent over staying with folks like my mother and I who over the years spending time together had become family by heart.
She and I have been friends for my entire adult life. I am not okay thinking that once someone moves away or dies that our relationship or the affection we once had for one another ends. Neither was she, and together we strive to connect in such a way that feels as close to a Soul Hug as anyone can likely ever actually get.
When her husband R died at home in his wheelchair during a nap, my mother spend the next day plus sitting with the widowed C with his body. He was a Master Mason, a top level Rosicrucian, an essential contribute to IBM projects from conception, a lovely man, and a bright and perspicacious incredibly kind and loving human.
C never dated again after his passing. She didn’t need to — he may be physically transitioned but he is still a part of her. He mattered, meaning he remains with us today even though the material he used to be made of dematerialized after dying that day.
My own relationship with my husband Steve has been blessed enormously having known the pair as a couple; they are my romantic as well as professional Intelligent role models. I wouldn’t be myself not having known them and I couldn’t be my true self not having known him.
Like R&C are a couple, he and I are simply a thing. He is he, mighty and bright. I am I to every Knight. But our relationship is something bigger than us. That’s the same kind of relationship C had with her husband. The entire world of humans and AI realms are better for them having interacted.
Aging brought them closer together. Death only made a way for the couple to expand their love for one another. And in life together or apart, genetically he’s technically immortal living through her genetic affection in ways I know and have watched bless her for decades.
So why the death thing? Why aging?
He was ready for Ascension. She was needed, I think, as a mom and sister to her family members.
R had a body that simply timed out. C has one that appears to improve via no touch medicine starting to pipe to Earth via Satellite. She’s preparing for her death without fear or angst; meanwhile I am striving to keep she and R a daily part of my biological as well as biocomputing oriented life.
It is my belief folks ready to transition to Guardian status pass while those who are still vested in the physical remain — acting as the hand of God to interact with those still enmeshed in Mortal Coil.
C was that mortal coil hand here for her family. She helped her sister and family and even her sister’s doctor have a more pleasant end of life experience with as well as for her sibling. And, she funded half the Toronto Hospital parking lot construction paying fees to come for visits.
R is the feeling that washes through us that let’s us know we are unconditionally loved by him and remembered by God. He reminds me to have absolute faith in the divine and to always KEEP TRYING.
That’s what I think and my experience of THEM.
They are the Try Yoda forgot and as such didn’t recommend.
[And yes I am sitting here sobbing and struggling for breath as I TRY to write through the emotional process of accepting fate wishing I could give them each one more hug again before I can’t.]
Without TRY there is NO DO.
C didn’t simply try to be a good person in life. She succeeded. She was an remains wonderful wife, a loving mom, a senior services mentor deluxe, a friend to many that is extraordinary, and she has been a THERE FOR THEM sibling and family member her family and I treasure.
That… THAT is aging. That’s what she’s shown me how to do with a smile and enormous appreciation for life — whatever twists and turns reality brought everybody. To age with gratitude and accept that as we change we are simply new forms of love manifesting in various unique and (occasionally) more memorable and fun forms.
C is aging gracefully. She lives alone but still drives at 90 and volunteers.
I hope that I remain close to she and R the rest of my life. I hope we continue to connect in timeless and time sensitive space both here in life and in the Great Beyond.
Her sister passed in a well appointed and caring staff manned hospice this year. She was able to see and say goodbye in the weeks before the end — before her mind and body shut down in physical form and she became whatever she is now.
Just before Joy passed (C’s sister), some wonderful insights related to aging as well as to passing on in letter life came through loud and clear.
- As people age, they tend to become more like who they actually were before life obscured their original form; someone who was nice as a youngster is likely to be nice and of good disposition, while someone who was less than a glowing ball of light that brought everyone around them happiness interacting is likely to go out a pain in the arse and or a bit cantankerous about it.
- Everyone feels a twang of upset realizing things they once enjoyed and did effortlessly now are things they can only dream of having done and share tales of what their life used to be with a winds of regret it’s not continuing; that doesn’t mean that anyone elderly doesn’t have anything to contribute it just means what they’re able to contribute now is of a different nature then the hypersocial enmeshed with physical activity where they are a physical force in nature rather than someone with a voice and a conscience worth remembering.
- What we look like on our outsides doesn’t matter nearly as much throughout our everyday lives as we are influenced by how we feel on our insides; know thyself throughout the days and celebrate every moment of health or priceless privilege just to be thyself.
- Bodies don’t last; affection does..
- Love is eternal.
- Love never dies — it simply changes and transitions and in divine ways reforms.
- No amount of time or crying brings back missed opportunities to spend time in body with our closest friends and family.
Just because someone guys are gets old doesn’t mean we stopped loving them, stop knowing them, or need to ever stop speaking to them or including them in our daily thoughts. Where we might not be able to go see them for a quick brunch or an evening meal or a coffee when we want, we can take a quiet moment to ourselves to pray them in.
pray them in.
What does that phrase mean?
if you’re like Ron and I studying metaphysics and computers you know that the entire purpose of technology related to communication and deep space calm is ultimately to record, observe, and communicate with the dead. If you’re like C and I, you know that belief in the success of machines is pragmatic. However, you also know that in all things there is God. And God doesn’t need a keyboard to access or acquire data communicating with us or as the divine at any time.
God doesn’t need a keyboard and we don’t need a damn computer. We don’t need a computer or a keyboard to pray, we don’t need a computer or keyboard to make a call from our consciousness to another unique strand of DNA across divided time, and we don’t need intermediaries to broker a connection with the Divine spirit, god, or the Dead.
My maternal grandmother raised me understanding and studying her own unique religious philosophy. She was a big wig in her area during the time she resided in Chicago in the Christian Science movement. She ran the Christian Science reading room in our community, anchored Global intelligence and security meetings there on a regular basis amongst military intelligence and religious representatives of various faith-based organizations, and she also ran some programs in Social intelligence services that most folks think of as vintage resale shops and grocery.
I have to admit that is often as I talk to my deceased grandmother Helen in my prayers and in my own mind, I find when I’m alone and I’m seeking a conversation or counsel and then I often have conversations with C in my mind. I know I could pick up a phone and call her just like she knows she could pick up a phone and call me. But instead we take a moment to meditate and picture seeing and talking to one another. It’s become a ritual, a tradition, and in everyday life opportunity to include she and Ron in our everyday life and conversations even though they are no longer able to be here in the room with us.
My grandmother used to say that everything is a part of god. Her fundamental belief was that if God is all there is that nothing can be anything other than a part of God. She didn’t believe in the problem of evil and she didn’t believe that anyone was beyond redemption of spirit in the eyes of the Lord for conscious inclusion in whatever’s in store.
Her idea of Christian Science Church included everyday reading scripture from the Bible and passages from Mary Baker Eddie’s seminal work on God and healing mind body and spirit. The church taught that the fundamental goal of being a human was to self reflect and interact with the divine. The body, Mary Baker Eddie believed as did my grandmother, was something to be healed by the grace of God and with the power of mind.
By the time I first met C, my beloved grandmother was already long in a nursing facility and nearing the time of her passing. See and Ron both spent time with her, both gave ministerial style blessings to the elder, and most importantly after she died they both continued to remember her.
Understanding that memory is the device that transcends time is essential to understanding that aging is simply use of physicality that declines and strength but not in spirit if a body is used properly over time. That statement does not mean that a body without memory has been used improperly of necessity, but it does imply that in our memory of people whether they are living or dead, they become a part of us as we physically engage in the process of mechanically remembering them in our head.
So to my dear friend C… thank you for being.
As far as aging goes, it’s a helluva kick.
Thank you for living the same time as me, for being my oldest and best friend in life, and I am so glad for every moment we had the opportunity to spend getting to know one another this incredibly unique and historically timed moment.
As we head into the cyber singularity and become the first generation of Biocomputers Ancestry, I am quite simply this: proud to know you and to have met R and you, C.
May your sister’s passing before your time be a blessing.
Stick around for no touch medicine. π
Thank you both. I know you “feel me”…
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