WONDERFUL TEXT! IT HAS A VERY BIG MEANING IN MY LIFE.
When we observe from the shore a sailing vessel getting far from the coast navigating into the sea, impelled by the morning breeze, we are watching a rare and beautiful scene.
The vessel, pushed by the power of the wind, goes into the blue sea and seems to get smaller every moment.
Soon we are able to contemplate only a small white spot on a remote and wavering line where the sea meets the sky.
Whoever observes the sailing vessel disappear into the horizon, might say:
Is it gone?Has it disappeared? Has it evaporated?
Certainly not. It is just out of sight.
The vessel is still the same size, it still has the same capacity it had when it was next to us and it is still very capable of carrying the cargo to the port.
It has not evaporated; it is just that we cannot see it anymore. However, it is still the same one.
And perhaps at the same time as someone says, “It’s gone”, somebody else might be saying, “It’s arriving.”
That is how death is.
When the boat is gone, along with the precious cargo of a dear loved one, and we watch it disappear, we say to ourselves: ”It’s gone.”
Is it really gone? Has it evaporated?
No, certainly not. It is just that is out of sight.
The human being we loved is still the same one. His mental capacity is not lost.
His conquests are still intact, the same way they were when he was by our side.
He still feels the same affection for us. Nothing is lost, besides the physical body witch is not necessary to him on the other side.
That is how, at the same time as here we say “It’s gone”, someone in the other world says happily: “It’s almost arriving.”
He reached his destiny taking with him the acquisitions of his earthly trip.
Life is never interrupted nor offers spectacular changes, as Mother Nature does not take leaps.
Each of us carries our own bad habits and virtues, until deciding to get rid of what we believe is not necessary anymore. Life is made of departures and arrivals, of comings and goings.
Therefore, what is seen as a departure by some, is considered an arrival to others. One day we left the spiritual world towards the physical world; on another day we’ll leave this world to the spiritual one, constantly coming and going, as immortal travelers that we all are.
Victor Hugo, the French poet and novelist who lived in the XIX century, said about life and death:
Each time we die, we actually gain more life, as the soul goes from one sphere to another without losing its character and becoming more and more brilliant.
I am a soul.
I know it well that I will give to the tomb that what I am not.
When I die, I will be able to say, as many did before me: “My day of work has finished, but I will not say: my life has come to an end.”
My working day starts again in the next morning.
The grave is not a blind alley but a passage. It closes at sunset and in the morning, it opens again.
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