Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Lust for Life
The season of the Dead is slowly winding down - thank God. In fact my experience this year was somewhat disappointing in terms of the Ancestors. Ordinarily I get great advice from my beloved Dead. I can always count on my father, for instance. Every year when I settle down, get very quiet and ask from my heart of hearts for some wisdom, I "hear" my father's voice telling me many extraordinary things. But not this year for some reason. His advice was more about his own experience of life than anything that had to do with me. What was that about?
Jake came to me, too, as I sat with candles burning and incense swirling, during my Samhain trance. He told me not to grieve for him because it holds him here. This is not helpful. I'll grieve at my own pace, if you don't mind, Jake! I can't cut it off just because you want me to. He then suggested that I get another dog, in other words he wants me to let him off the hook. Seemed a little bit cold blooded to me.
The best, and the only relevant advice I received on the Day of the Dead was from human beings firmly planted on this side of the veil: friends, family and colleagues, many of whom said the smartest things. Hmmm. Go figure.
Perhaps what I need as I shuffle forwards into old age is to seriously throw in my lot with the living (finally). Maybe I need to exclusively hang out with other beings of flesh and blood, until the day comes when I leave my body. Do you think? What a concept! Wow.