11 January

What of pain in this great life, and how is one to fuse one’s search for inner knowing, despite the ever present tension with which one must equip oneself with ever stronger will, to overcome all sense below?

Once again, reiterating, all these things are naught. Pain is but a faint expression of a greater need to grow. It has been said that all our ills derive from latent sparks which, of a soul-filled nature, yearn to bring to light of day the essence of our individual contribution to then play our part this life with joy, and be all we can be—and so, you see, there is no illness when we finally break free.

But what of little ones who thus depart, and leave us at an age when little could they have, in turn, experienced, learned, displayed? The truth is that we all live life eternally at one, but short our time is had this life to beat at so our drum. These little ones of whom we speak have oftentimes been blessed with demeanours angelic with lasting impression left on those with whom they came in contact, if even for a glimpse of time, and these sole memories are significant throughout aeons of time.

We all have work to do in learning to overcome our pain, and sometimes this must be a work in progress far beyond the realm of time that we can thus foresee this life, and so it seems so harsh that some of us depart so soon, whilst others linger on.

Pain comes in many forms, for many reasons unexplained. But with the years, if one continues to learn and grow and accept all change, then one will, with loving heart and wisdom strong and bold, be able to at least confront the reasons for such strains, and either overcome them hence, or wait another age.

So worry none of what perplexes; all is not yet clear, and make no such comparisons, nor lend an unwise ear to any such remarks that do not serve to lift your spirits high, nor utter such a word yourself this nigh.