You Will Be Together Again

You will miss her.

You will wake up in the middle of the night remembering she is no longer by your side.

Your stomach will flip. The pang in your chest will suck the air out of your lungs. The pain will wrench your heart emotionally. It will be so strong that it feels like a physical pain.

You will cry relentlessly. Your soul will cry out her name. You will demand to see her face.

You will want her back.

You will feel that this is a mistake. This is not how it was supposed to be. You hope this was a nightmare that you would wake up from to find her next to you—everything the way it was before she left.

She left you abruptly.

There was still so much left to do. These thoughts will make you cry all over again. These thoughts are the most painful ones.

If only you could see her and hold her now. You want more than anything in the world to hold her. To see her smile, to wrap her arms around you and say it is okay.

It feels unfair.

You feel your life is over. You are just going through the motions. You can never truly live without her.

If she could send you her words across, she would tell you that she loves you beyond life itself but she had to go. She would tell you that with a smiling face.

She would tell you that your life is not over.

She would remind you of how much you have to look forward to. She would show you of the blessings to come. Blessings that would make you want to live again.

She would tell you that her time was over. This is what you both had agreed to, very bravely, prior to your arrival on earth.

She changed you. Helped heal you. She gave you courage. It was in preparation for this—so that you could face life without her now.

She spent the most beautiful moments with you.

She came to assist you in your growth. Look how much she helped you transform. You have to make her proud and show her that you are walking on the path that she paved out for you.

You will see her again.

Do not ever doubt that.

Ever.

You will hold her in your arms again. No one would know when that would be. There are certain things that we can never know.

The Universe works in a mysterious way. This was not an accident.

It was her time to go. You could have done nothing more to save her even if you had tried.

Please know that you will be together one day. In spiritual time it is almost time. In physical time it feels like forever.

This is an interval. It is a part of the play.

Up until that time, she would want to see you happy. She would want to see you living your life purpose and doing what you need to do. She would want to see you picking up the pieces and putting them back together to create another beautiful picture.

She will always be with you, in your heart and in your spirit.

Do you know you meet her during sleep?

You know the times when you felt like you had knocked out? The times when you felt that you could not cope with life without her a minute longer, then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep but woke up feeling stronger?

Those are the times you meet in the astral realm. Don’t worry where and how.

You meet.

You tell her everything, like you used to when she was on earth. She listens and laughs. She guides you to what you should do.

She reminds you of the pact that you both made prior birth—of separation. Of how you have to become stronger and move ahead without her at this point. So you can evolve and become the person that she would be so proud of.

I will not tell you that one day you will forget her.

Because you will not.

You will never forget her.

She is a part of you.

And no one will ask you to forget her.

You have to move ahead with her love in your heart, her invisible hand in your hand, with her by your side in thoughts.

She in the meantime has other things to do too. She is busy fulfilling her plans. You are a part of her and will always be.

You will never forget her, but your pain will heal over time. The memory forgets eventually. But the soul will never forget. The heart will remember.

The minute you remember her, it will be as though she is with you. Her memory will overwhelm you, punch you in the gut. But then it will be gone.

And you will be stronger. That is how you will slowly heal.

For now, take this separation as an interval. Give yourself time.

It will hurt.

Talk to her when it hurts, especially as you fall asleep. Tell her how much you miss her. She will let you know that she hears you. She will let you know that she is still there.

It is okay you can. And the only one who can heal you right now is her. And she will do that. Her love will help you move forward. No one will take her place. Her place in your heart and soul is safe.

Take care of yourself as she would have taken care of you. Don’t force yourself into doing things that you are not yet ready for. Let yourself heal.

The most important thing I can tell you is that you will be together again. For now, life feels unfair.

But find your happiness.

When you feel a little stronger, find your happiness. You have pacts with many other soul mates.

Do not worry about your little ones. They are stronger than you think. They naturally live in the now that helps them heal quicker. They are taken care of and healed during sleep as well. Invisible helpers surround them.

When you miss her too much, cry.

Cry it out it is okay. A part of you went with her. You will never quite be the same. You are now trying to understand this new person that you are. But remember, she also left a part of her with you.

Hold on to that part.

Let the pain heal. Look at those who need you.

But then try to get busy. Live in the now. Take it a day at a time. Slowly, try to keep your mind occupied in the present moment. Do it when you are ready.

Start with little things at a time. Slowly, you will start to become stronger to face life again.

Because you know, you will be together again.

Don’t listen to what anyone tells you otherwise.

Don’t listen to your mind.

Listen to your soul and heart.

Life is temporary. Souls are eternal.

Every blade of grass, every drop of rain, every gust of wind, every swell of tide will tell you—you will be together again.

Trust the Universe and your life plan. Trust that there are no random events in an intelligent Universe.

Live your life for her. Dedicate it to her.

You will be together again.

 

Written By: Jal Patel
Photo: Dragonfly Tatoo (Click on image for source)

The Real Life

There they go.

Beautiful robots made of flesh and blood.

They are human in every way except for the lack of humanness. Some of them still have it, but keep it covered. They keep it controlled, and drugged and hypnotised so they don’t need to feel, or think, or be. They keep “doing” lots of different things, or the same old things, and in doing they think they are alive. They appear alive. That’s what matters most to them, how they “appear” to others. They rather suffer to appear perfect than to give in to the real. Nothing perfect can be real. The real pearl is gritty against the teeth, unlike synthetic. The real pearl is not a perfect round. It’s all about appearances now. Not about the real things, not about the gory details, the chrysalis, the nine months, the struggle, the sweat and all.

God forbid should they appear anything less than that, or others should catch a glimpse of their humanness. They are good people, most of the lot are actually very good people. It’s sad to see them like that, lost in all those layers like that of an onions’. They must feel suffocated sometimes surely, and confused, and heavy. Heavy from the layers and the baggage. The lucky ones receive a wake-up call, as the piercing alarm shatters their glass houses. The goodness within will wake up, and stir beneath those layers. The light will stir it awake.

You would think this is a good thing right?

Not for them.

For them it’s much or less the same as end of the world. Their friends don’t make it any easier because they genuinely don’t know how to handle the situation. So they avoid the lot like they would a bubonic plague. (Humans without the humanness are not very gracious lot). Like a domino effect, one by one, things start to collapse around them.  Who can explain it to them that what’s collapsing around them is the “fake stuff”. The light within their goodness that radiates from their shattered parts is seeking the highest, purest expression. It will no longer allow them to be happy with anything less.

It’s painful for humans when they wake up to their humanness.

Actually, it is excruciatingly painful.

But then the calm after the storm is something that makes it worthwhile. Have you noticed how everything turns bright, colourful and alive after the rain? Everything is washed clean, dirt scrubbed off and goodness revived.

The real life experience begins when the factory settings have been switched off. With feet on wet grass, eyes focusing on the horizon, sweat trickling on the brow, hands cold with excitement, heart warm with love, spirit unleashed. You are ready to embrace life. The real life. 

 

By Jal Patel

Photo Source: Dipping the Oar by Joe Lewit