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I felt and difficult to express in words the privilege of having a friend and being like Billy. Another precious life form created by God, Billy was my brother and what an honour it is to have a life form and know it is of the same essence and source as me. I share his life and all lives as a sacred testament that everything thinkable is of God, the lovely trees as I opened my eyes are of God, my bed and wardrobe made of wood, metals and substances that God gave the basic materials for humans to fashion.
We are ohana(family) it makes me see and feel extreme gratitude and a privilege, it takes away a little fear I have and it whittles away at my hard stubborn resistance to let go and let God, to relax and enjoy, knowing if I suffer which I have been lately in the end there is God and my selfishness and pride will melt before the realisation I am with family always.
Mahalo(family and gratitude) fills my heart and being, I relax more, like approaching the cold sea and gradually immersing, tentatively beginning to relax and let go and enjoy everything and anything in a sort of detached way, not wanting to possess anything, to enjoy and let go. Oh how sweet life can be when I let go of the perceived life raft of security. Of course common sense dictates caution in the eyes of danger and elementary respect for the powers of nature.
I have never stroked Billy and have only seen him on SKYPE and photos, yet his beautiful essence spoke to me, I needed that gift as I had a very stressful and hard day yesterday and was physically shocked by an old symptom that caught me unaware. God the Source, The Essence, The One Life, the family to which we all share and belong sent dear Billy and put me into this small dowdy flat with the lovely garden and trees that also lifted my spirits, not only by their physical beauty as like Billy but by sensing we are one in the stillness and essence we are OHANA we are forever safe.
So when I see ugly things and forms, crass, vacuous behaviour and sometimes this besets me, some beleaguerment and I rant, curse and rave and I feel ashamed that I have damaged an outraged some persons more like myself because I am aware that I am not like this in real terms and I have let myself down as it were and can feel guilty and then only to realise that is a lesson about the 'not me' and realising the 'not me' guilt is evaporated.
I have a saying 'see the light not the lampshade' and this reminds me of we are all of the light and who knows what traumas, brain washed, inculcated belief indoctrinated blots and stains on the shade cause the essence, the light, God, the Source to be obscured, what obfuscation has blunted the love and distorted the image and projected malice and hate. So I endeavour to see past the stained lampshade and see their essence which is mine and everyone's including rocks, metals and even some so called inorganic appearing to be lifeless materials, yet just on a scientific level they all are made of molecules, atoms, particles, waves and as such they all family and even those are all God's plasticine and clay.
Under the carpet which is changeable there are the floor boards which is the foundation for the carpet. Every person is born without a covering and many carpets and furniture and so on may cover the essence and as I get more understanding of life, I feel to strip my little flat bare and live as a sort of hermit. I do not in my 82 year have any friends locally and live a life dedicated to stripping away my non essential accoutrements and live with floorboards and this is to realise that all possessions are impermanent even as my body, this lovely flesh will one day be burnt up in cremation and also as I do so upon my death bed so to speak, to gently sigh and feel the warmth of this feeling I had this morning and know I am safe in the everlasting arms of the one essence and family.
It is indeed amazing when I contemplate the stars, planets and the galaxy that they are in essence the same as Billy, the trees and me, they are OHANA as well, what more can I say that I feel so much gratitude for being created and know all and everything around me comes from and shares in the Source. We all swim in the ocean of being and thank you Father Mother it so.
SHACK
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