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Post by stardustpilgrim on Jul 14, 2024 17:29:35 GMT -5
Thanks andrew. It's good he wants to move the body. You can only get stronger by moving the muscles, as much as is possible.
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Post by sharon on Jul 15, 2024 14:08:01 GMT -5
Thanks Andrew. I agree that a rehabilitation centre is more befitting now. I hope that the one he needs reveals where it is real soon. Am visualising that it has huge old trees round it to help Enigma more.
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Post by laughter on Jul 15, 2024 18:58:15 GMT -5
Thanks Andrew. I agree that a rehabilitation centre is more befitting now. I hope that the one he needs reveals where it is real soon. Am visualising that it has huge old trees round it to help Enigma more. You know who loves trees, right?
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Post by sharon on Jul 16, 2024 3:30:39 GMT -5
Thanks Andrew. I agree that a rehabilitation centre is more befitting now. I hope that the one he needs reveals where it is real soon. Am visualising that it has huge old trees round it to help Enigma more. You know who loves trees, right? S'quirrels!!
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Post by lolly on Jul 16, 2024 8:02:20 GMT -5
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Post by laughter on Jul 18, 2024 9:07:54 GMT -5
Used this guided meditation in the past, visualizing breath as catalyzing a healing light applied to all parts of the body, in turn.
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Post by andrew on Jul 21, 2024 9:57:52 GMT -5
Used this guided meditation in the past, visualizing breath as catalyzing a healing light applied to all parts of the body, in turn. Nice.
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Post by andrew on Jul 26, 2024 22:16:05 GMT -5
From Marie just now, she asked me to share, so here is most of it.
''Hi Andrew,
I am sorry to inform you that after my neighbor and I secured a transfer to a beautiful rehab facility on Wed, we had to cancel the transfer on Thursday because Phil's health declined. He is close to the end of his life- he has hours to days left.
The hospice nurse wrote that he was comfortable, but, although he was not responding to her at all – his eyes were open, and he had a very fixed gaze.
I visited him today (Fri), and he was in the same state: with a fixed gaze, reaching out to something I couldn't see, which is end-of-life symptoms. I believe he was seeing beings that I couldn't see, so talked to them asking them to guide him.
I sat with him, loving him, thanking him for our wonderful life together, helping me raise my consciousness, and crying quietly. I told him again that his buddies from the spiritual forum loved him, as do many people.''
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I feel like I should say something, but I don't have anything to say right now. I replied to Marie obviously, and asked her to share with Phil my appreciation for him, if she felt moved to. Let me know if there's anything you'd like me to pass on to Marie (or if you want her details).
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Post by andrew on Jul 29, 2024 21:46:40 GMT -5
From Marie on FB
''Phil passed away today, 7/29/24, at 11:15 AM. I searched for a holy prayer to read at 10 AM without knowing he would pass away today. The hospice chaplain did a beautiful job of blessing Phil and me and giving thanks for our union. I kissed Phil and told him I said goodbye to his body but not his spirit. I asked him to watch over me, guide me to where I needed to go, stay in touch, and give me signs of frogs (he loved them) so I know he is around me. I must catch my breath... as I move on to the next chapter of my journey without Phil's physical presence. It hurts. 💔 Life will not be the same, but I committed to Phil today that I would continue with our spiritual work and focus --this was very important to both of us. I must make decisions that support this, letting a Higher Power guide me to where I need to be as I settle into a new home and life during the year. Until me meet again, fly high.''
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The mention of frogs has made my heart smile.
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Post by zazeniac on Jul 29, 2024 23:15:00 GMT -5
From Marie on FB ''Phil passed away today, 7/19/24, at 11:15 AM. I searched for a holy prayer to read at 10 AM without knowing he would pass away today. The hospice chaplain did a beautiful job of blessing Phil and me and giving thanks for our union. I kissed Phil and told him I said goodbye to his body but not his spirit. I asked him to watch over me, guide me to where I needed to go, stay in touch, and give me signs of frogs (he loved them) so I know he is around me. I must catch my breath... as I move on to the next chapter of my journey without Phil's physical presence. It hurts. 💔 Life will not be the same, but I committed to Phil today that I would continue with our spiritual work and focus --this was very important to both of us. I must make decisions that support this, letting a Higher Power guide me to where I need to be as I settle into a new home and life during the year. Until me meet again, fly high.'' ** The mention of frogs has made my heart smile. Please pass on my condolences to Marie. As much as the frog irritated me, I still loved him. Thanks for the update Andrew.
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Post by Gopal on Jul 30, 2024 2:30:17 GMT -5
Miss you so much Arcanum/Enigma!
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Post by laughter on Jul 31, 2024 3:59:10 GMT -5
The Amphibian
One leg dangling, in the pond of the dream His back, at rest, the other knee bent On the infinite lillypad
What was the impetus? From where the interest, the energy?
Hopping, from mind to mind Pithy, and focused
To some, his image was filtered through the surface of the water To some, that image was distorted … troubling .. challenging .. implacable To others, the melody and cadence of his words offered a refuge A beacon
He offered opportunity An invitation, to put down the weapons of logic and rhetoric And walk off the battlefield An insight, into the power of futility, into the one self-evident, undeniable, existential truth of who and what we are An opening, and openness, an embrace, of the limitless
The tapestry of the mind is woven together with the fabrics of memory, experience and association Mine has this one, green thread Wending from a point of glorious confusion It is both supple, infinitely malleable, and yet, unbreakable As if it was extruded from a gemstone It ties the darkness to the light, leading like a trail of breadcrumbs To Home
We all have our influences in life Like flagstones, they map a trail It is ever impossible for the mind of the amphibian, not to echo, within, and now, from, my own.
R.I.P, my friend
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Post by andrew on Jul 31, 2024 7:27:07 GMT -5
The Amphibian One leg dangling, in the pond of the dream His back, at rest, the other knee bent On the infinite lillypad What was the impetus? From where the interest, the energy? Hopping, from mind to mind Pithy, and focused To some, his image was filtered through the surface of the water To some, that image was distorted … troubling .. challenging .. implacable To others, the melody and cadence of his words offered a refuge A beacon He offered opportunity An invitation, to put down the weapons of logic and rhetoric And walk off the battlefield An insight, into the power of futility, into the one self-evident, undeniable, existential truth of who and what we are An opening, and openness, an embrace, of the limitless The tapestry of the mind is woven together with the fabrics of memory, experience and association Mine has this one, green thread Wending from a point of glorious confusion It is both supple, infinitely malleable, and yet, unbreakable As if it was extruded from a gemstone It ties the darkness to the light, leading like a trail of breadcrumbs To Home We all have our influences in life Like flagstones, they map a trail It is ever impossible for the mind of the amphibian, not to echo, within, and now, from, my own. R.I.P, my friend Lovely. Sharing with Marie.
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Post by tenka on Aug 2, 2024 14:40:09 GMT -5
I know it's easy to say now, but last Saturday I was meditating when 'Enigma' came in loud and clear. I have been healing him daily as I was drawn to help from the heart. When I heard his name shouted out I knew that for whatever reason I had to stop sending energy to him.
It was only mid-week that I read that he had passed on that Saturday.
Maybe it was Phil that came by to say that or a guide said to no longer send healing a he was close to passing, who knows?
Bless him anyways.
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Post by lolly on Aug 3, 2024 5:41:54 GMT -5
RIP Phroggy.
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