I can close my eyes and hear and feel my grandmother as if she were sitting right next to me. When I need comfort, and cannot find it anywhere, I go to bed and feel the solace of sleeping at her house. I saw a picture of an old Great Aunt and Uncle who I hadn’t even thought about in years…and was immediately hit with them…no memory of anything…just them. I have a hard time remembering specific events, I do not remember the occasions that everyone else remembers surrounding my loved ones who have passed. What I do remember, vividly, is their essence…the energy they exuded and the sound of their voice.
I often wonder why I can recall little things and not remember other, seemingly more important times. I can put myself on my horse in an instant and feel his breath under my legs, yet I cannot remember specifics of my 13th birthday. When meeting someone new, how is it that we just sometimes know its right, yet cannot remember the name of a casual acquaintance? Does the pulse of the universe beat inside all of us, but each at a different frequency? When things happen to us in our frequency do they become ingrained? Is it the impact or instinct? Is it higher awareness or oblivion that enables us to feel it?
My daughter took this picture with my iPhone last summer while visiting the farm…it is shaky and unfocused, yet it spoke to me. Why did she take it? She has been told of her relatives that have passed and at times she will tell me she wished she had met them and that she misses them. She is five. How can she miss someone she has never known?
Science says that all energy has to end up somewhere, either in its original form or a different one, but it never goes away. My thought is that she too feels the energy of this loved one through those of us who knew it. We pass and impart our energy on to everyone who comes into our lives; it moves on and on and on, impacting and changing as it goes. I have chosen to keep certain items that have lingering rhythms of those important to me. My grandmother was an expert seamstress and she taught me to sew…I have her scissors that her hands touched almost every day.
I used to help my grandfather feed hay to the cows…I have his old rusty bale hook.
My mother has an old kitchen knife that I know my sister will fight for and if I could rip the tractor seat out of the tractor my father spends so much time in, I would do it. Why? Their power still lies within and to see it just as an inanimate object is mystifying, because energy changes and vibrates in all we touch. Even though the majority of the energy leaves when we die and goes on to another form of existence, these items hold the strength I knew… so it can continue to reside in my house every day.
Most adults lose that innate special ability to feel energy, life gets busy, too many electronics, stress…we begin to lose touch with true residual vibrations. We search and search for calm, peace, happiness… when in reality we have had that within in from the moment we were born. I understand that not all of us are blessed to have positivity flow through our lives when we are young. Negativity can spread like cancer…and until someone carrying it changes it or lets it go, it will remain so, oscillating from day-to-day until it transforms. Once my daughter asked where her bad dreams go once her dream catcher has them. I told her they are blown outside so nature, in all its glory, can change the bad to good and let it move on in peace. I’d like to think that is true not only for bad dreams of a child, but for negativity that has been beat in to us along the way. That is why I feel it is so important to understand that, as the quote infers…we have the power.
All of this tells me one thing…that all energy that was here in the beginning is here now. The energy residing in those items is not only that of my grandparents but also the energy of all they came into contact with, and all things they came into contact with…and so on and so forth…back to the beginning of time. We are truly powerful and truly ancient. We, and the past we are made up of, identify with what we knew, and the frequency, if we pay attention, is that of old.
It is the connection we feel to those we don’t even know, the distance we feel to many that we do, the electric correlation you feel when barefoot in the grass, and the deep confounding link we feel to the stars, that proves to me that we truly are the stuff that gods were made of…
Photo credit: SK and KK