The age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away

"Brutal couple of years, huh,

Charlie? First Dad, then Marcus."



"We seem to have reached the age where

life stops giving us things 

and starts taking them away."

Dialogue from

"Indiana Jones & The Kingdom Of
The Crystal Skull"

Everything new is old again Or We have the technology, we can save him!

Sherman set the Way back machine...Where are we going Mr. Peabody? To the Mean streets of a Cold, Cold War Canadian City, 1957 not to be exact! Don't you mean the "Clean Streets" Mr Peabody!!! Uh, No, Two young, but very experienced Royal Canadian Mounted Police of the narcotics squad, had infiltrated a Drug kingpins operation and were set to conclude their undercover investigation by catching the forces of darkness in the act. All was set to go as the Mounties planned, except for the crooks being tipped off. The Constable's lookout had succumbed to the wounds inflected from two ice picks piercing his Jacket, Skin, Rib Cage, Lungs and finally his Heart. As the murderer approached the remaining Mountie from behind. My Father jumped, taking wounds to his abdomen. "It was him or me, you don't want to know the rest" he told my sister. I never heard any mention of the incident first hand.

I knew that he had a dark past, the walls between us were far too thick and high to have commenced in my life time. Yet and to our mutual benefit we experienced Chi, primarily physical work, and finally some of the more esoteric side. Chances are if you're caught behind a slow moving car, it's a retired police officer! My Dads' training in observation and analysis had been burrowed so deep that, going for a drive ANYWHERE! Was an exercise in frustration, embarrassment, extreme yelling followed by an ice cold silence that often lasted for days. Thirty years on, I'd spent the majority of my Fathers last few trips around the Sun, driving him to sales calls, Doctors, tests, hospitals and eventually farewells. Apparently he was mortified to sit next to me in the passenger seat. I'm not a slow driver...no accidents...Jedi like reflexes and a tendency to forget directions, I'm a guy!!! let it go! Suffice to say we got to know each other much better for we experienced the best and the worst of each other on the road.

Reiki wise, he was the catalyst in developing 24/7 continuous healing! Even reiki was love hate. "You're doing this for a living?" he'd chide even after Doctor after Doctor commented on rapid healing and ability to erase scars. Well towards the end he asked to be worked on: although the walls never really came down, he did manage to float out over them in a life affirming out of body experience. Family and R&B were is two loves and my last night in the Hospital with him was spent hand in hand grovin to SRV, Jimmy Smith and every Chicago Blues Man I could download. He had lost ability to communicate days before, but between distance, the occasional raised eyebrow and faint grip we read each other. The next day the palliative care specialist told us that continued visits would be too hard on the family and it would be better for all concerned to say our good byes. Dispute total liver and kidney failure, he spent the next twelve days with out anything other than "something for the pain" No one recognised the reasons for the stalemate: as far as I knew, but answers do come.

Three months to the day his walls came down, I made contact. "Dovidel, how are you?!!!" said the thirty something energy. I'm fine, you realize that you've been gone three months! "No!!!" I've been sending distance everyday, Mom & Cori are very concerned that you haven't visited them in dreams! "I only just recognised you! THREE MONTHS!!! Really?. It's like walking into the Olympic stadium on opening day and can hear my name being called from everywhere in the crowd." How is it, how are you? "It's wonderful, words can't express..." But those last twelve days must have been awful? Pause,"They were, it was my penance, I had to!" Dad, we could have lifted the burden, you could of had peace. "No, that was my hell, once I served my time there was no more suffering, no pain, no regrets." Can you say that we each experience our own... "Yes, but that's over, It's over, everything is great now."

I got the impression that a lot of the crowd noise was prayer, distance and the loving acts of kindness that are traditionally done for one who've passed and can't do them for themselves: and that being in the presence of absolute love makes them forget the pain and suffering that life here has. That said my concern is that if you've never experienced the physical, you have no concept or understanding of pain. Wrath, anger, love and compassion, yes. For the moment I'm not sure how humanity can evolve, If the Creator has no idea just how awful physical pain is.

Since my Father passed over, a very dear life friends' mother succumbed after a very long and painful decline. My Anne's mother is also suffering in ways that I believe, if the creator had any idea how horribly awful their children are suffering, for no reason other than our bodies can't be shed like a snakes skin. Knowing how enchanting, loving, giving and wonderful Rochelle and Lilly presence on earth has been, their suffering is the shame of the Creator.

What's the point of this: We are aware and in touch with the closest to on high. Some of us engage with the creator. My wish is that we make enough of a petition, of a noise, get enough advisers, angels ET all to understand pain, that all new arrivals are debriefed in a limbo, absent of majesty and beauty that causes our essence to reboot in to Bliss before accounting.

Nameste