Over The Rainbow Bridge We Go!

Over The Rainbow Bridge We Go!

Metempsychosis !

Metempsychosis, often referred to as the transmigration of the soul, is a philosophical and spiritual concept that posits the immortal soul's journey through various bodies and life forms over successive lifetimes.

The human soul is often regarded as the essence of a person's identity, embodying their thoughts, emotions, and consciousness. It transcends the physical body, representing the moral and spiritual dimensions of human experience. Throughout history, various cultures and philosophies have sought to understand the soul, viewing it as a source of individuality and connection to the divine. Its mysteries provoke deep contemplation about the nature of existence, purpose, and the interplay between the corporeal and the transcendent, inviting individuals to explore their innermost selves and their place in the universe.

Turn That Up!

The Passing Of My Darling B

It was the call I was expecting, yet didn’t want. The hospital told me of the situation and to be quick.

When I stepped into the room I could not hold back my tears, I wept uncontrollably.

Within 24 hours her health had declined, no longer was she of colour and freshness – to which, for years, I’d become accustomed.

Instead she lay there pale and silent.

The ticking of the clock telling me time was fragile.

I wanted the nurse to tell her. ‘That I love her and will never forget her. Please, tell her that I came.’

But I couldn’t.

‘I will give you some time,’ said the nurse leaving.

 I stood by her bed and leant over, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead – her perfume resonating about my senses. I spread my arms and gave her a gentle hug as her breath grew weaker.

I sat and held her hand.

‘I love you, B.’

Her eyelids seemed to move as if she recognised my voice.

‘Yes, it’s me. I came yesterday but they would not let me see you. But today, yes, they called – and now I’m here.’

 Maybe I imagined it, that her hand squeezed mine. I took it to my lips and kissed it. Yet I felt the strength leave. Her hand suddenly becoming limp.

‘Don’t leave me,’ I cried. ‘I have so much love to give you, you can’t go. Yesterday I prayed – I prayed to God and all his angels. I know I’m not a christian, but It was worth a try. Anything is worth a try.’

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I stayed until her beautiful heart gave up.

Until her breath stilled.

I sat outside on a bench – a bench already stained by so many tears.

And cried.

Overwhelmed by grief, I sat unable to move.

 However much I thought and considered my  future without  My Darling B, the insurmounatable pain only grew.

Loss, the loss of hope, the emptiness of life, a home now silent.

Then I felt a breeze about my body consume me, I looked up at the leaves in the trees that rustled. There had been no sign of a breeze before just stagnant air.

Then, I realised that nature grieves. It had followed me, carried me - it knew my pain – and for that

It gave me a hug, a warm comforting hug, helping to dry my tears – tears that would not stop,

However much I tried.