This morning I got back to our home after a month in Australia visiting my beautiful nephew and his beautiful family. I took my beautiful husband with me and, I brought him back What an amazing and emotional visit this one was. Iām very lucky to visit my family in Oz quite regularly but this time was very different, as was the coming home. The usual tears when I was leaving Sydney, thatās par for the course and down right awful each and every time, needless to say. I had a connecting flight in Abu Dhabi and I was queuing in the tunnel for the connection, as you do, to get onto the aircraft and I started to smile. I knew that my hubby was stood there with me. I donāt know why but, I just know that he was. Some hours later when I walked into our house I didnāt tell him I was home because he was with me as I walked in the front door. Am I going mad? Am I mad already? I donāt know the answer. I donāt care either. I just know what I know. I donāt see him (only once in a dream) but I sense him and his presence quite regularly. If that makes me mad, crazy, then Iāll live with it every day of the weekā¦Love comforts like sunshine after rain
Iām back to work on Thursday. Iām back to work because Iām planning my next visit and hopefully it will be before the year is out. If thatās the reason why I go to work then bring it on, Iāll do the work and Iāll take the trip(s)
The other difference this time around that was a new realisation for me was felt during some pretty rough turbulence on one of the flights. I looked at the faces of those around me and fear was prominent. As for me, I didnāt actually care. Although I wonāt wish my life away, mostly for the sadness of leaving behind those beautiful kids, I am no longer fearful of much. Including pretty bad turbulence on an aeroplane. Thatās got to be a positiveā¦In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
I miss him. I love him. But, weāre now back home and, I wanted to let you all know and send you my love x
Bless you, Jonathan. No, I never did doubt it and, so pleased your wife still has her morning coffeeā¦Choice, not chance determines destiny. A hug for you
During my counselling days I studied Carl Jung, the 20th century psychologist. He used the word āsynchronicityā, for events that seem to happen by chance. āMeaningful coincidencesā. None of us are here by chance. We all share a common bond, and sharing is giving and receiving.
We donāt really want to be here, but what would I have missed had I not looked up this site. It has been an amazing experience to read the posts. So much pain, yes, but so much goodwill too. Everything has its opposite, itās flip side, and the benefits are great when we try to just smile a little bit, just a little in this adversity.
Death is the hardest thing from the outside and as long as we are outside of it. But once inside you taste of such completeness and peace and fulfilment that you donāt want to return.
~ Carl Jung, Letters Volume 1, Pages 355-357.
Death is a drawing together of two worlds, not an end. We are the bridge.
~ Carl Jung, J.E.T., Page 95.
Good morning, Jackie. Thank you for posting these readings, theyāre beautiful.
I hope today will be one of the slightly better days for you and, for all of us, as we try our best to soldier on with love in our hearts, determination in our souls and our husbands, wives and partners at the forefront of our mindsā¦as always.
Thank you for the quotes. As you may know, Jung had a near death experience and said that he did not want to come back to Earth. He was in a semi conscious state after a heart attack. He saw the Earth from a distance and felt totally at peace. But he did come back which was good for us that he did.
So many have had near death experiences and none of them wanted to come back here. They talk about being detached from the body and looking down on whatās happening. It confirms my view that if we approach death as an end then we may well be wrong. Consciousness survives death. Thatās a truth to me.
Very best wishes Jackie.
Jonathanā¦
ā¦I have heard of stories-read of stories, of people passing in hospital then coming back and told by the doctors the surgeons that they had died, only for that person to relate conversations that had taken place, and that they have come out of their bodyā¦This is also my belief tooā¦I am fearing more my leading up to death rather than the act of dying, leaving this world for another place free of all manner of painā¦
Yes I do believe in " near death experience " can and do happen to peopleā¦
I have been toying over and over in my mind that when all solicitor business is done and dusted, do I make a life here in Dorset, or head back towards home, but I keep asking myself, " where is homeā¦" Well it was not too long ago back in Bedfordshire, me, Richard and our three dogs, our fur-babiesā¦now all have gone, I am the only one left nowā¦I have been telling myself that if I head back home I will never again be able to go to the many places Stately Homes that held garden shows, craft fairs, all the places that once we got enjoyment from, how could I when i will be there without my Richard, It will not be something I can ever do again, it would only break my heartā¦
Both of my parents are buried together at a Hertfordshire cemetery, Richards ashes are now back home in his local family crematorium, his ashes are with his brother and both his parents, I am still stuck here, 140 plus miles awayā¦
Oh what a fabulous post CW. Iāve missed you. Iām so pleased that youāve had a great time in Australia. I love your little quotesā itās stuff like that which I find helpful and I hang on to every word. If youāre mad, if youāre crazy then so am I - err, just look at the name - crazy by name, crazy by nature.
Iāve said before that I canāt live without my husband so I donāt. Iāve said this before too, that Iām learning to live with a man who isnāt here (in physical form). Say stuff like this to the wrong person and l think Iāll need to look out for the men in white coats.
āTheyāre coming to take me away aha!ā
I feel so close to my husband and completely surrounded by his love and itās this that keeps me going, itās this that makes me get up in the morning (and the dogs of course!). I crave his physical body but I know I canāt have it, I crave his touch, his kiss and to see his wonderful smile. He always had a smile on his face. I only have to close my eyes and there it is and for now this will have to suffice.
We live in an amazing world, surrounded by beauty - nature, butterflies and ladybirds. Iām sat here now looking out at sunflowers in the garden, Iām listening to the birds singing and Iām feeling a certain calmness and peace. I want to reach out and hug my husband to me, to wrap my arms around him and never let him go.
I will end with one of my favourite Pooh Bear quotes:
ā How lucky am I to have something this good to lose? ā
Who gives a toss about what people think? I got past that stage some time ago. If we do things and say things with love the we can never go wrong
āLove and do what thou wiltā. St. Augustine.
This was not a license to do anything you wanted, but the realisation that if you do it with love it will harm no one.
Well if guys in white coats call on you direct them to my door also. Iām like you and do what you do. Mind you an ambulance would not be big enough for all of us ācrazyā people, a coach would be more appropriate. With love and a hug to you too.
I really donāt need to add anything, between you, truly healing words. We are proof that our loved ones stay closeā¦spiritually they never leave our side.
What an amazing and emotional visit this one was. Iām very lucky to visit my family in Oz quite regularly but this time was very different, as was the coming home. The usual tears when I was leaving Sydney, thatās par for the course and down right awful each and every time, needless to say. I had a connecting flight in Abu Dhabi and I was queuing in the tunnel for the connection, as you do, to get onto the aircraft and I started to smile. I knew that my hubby was stood there with me. I donāt know why but, I just know that he was. Some hours later when I walked into our house I didnāt tell him I was home because he was with me as I walked in the front door. Am I going mad? Am I mad already? I donāt know the answer. I donāt care either. I just know what I know. I donāt see him (only once in a dream) but I sense him and his presence quite regularly. If that makes me mad, crazy, then Iāll live with it every day of the weekā¦Love comforts like sunshine after rain