I connected with a spirit today. Belonging to Alzheimer-riddled friend
Ron. Seems that Ron's spirit is hovering. Half in the spiritual realm.
And half in the physical world. Or so his spirit told me. While I was
out for a walk. Waiting for Ron to die. He's barely hanging on. To his
physical life, that is. But his spirit is very much alive. Now that it's
ascending. Separating bit by bit. From his physical being. The
transition will be complete. Very soon. In a few hours. Or a few days at
the most. There will be no more physical Ron. Only spiritual Ron. With a
new-found clarity of mind. Already, Ron's spirit has found a way to
communicate with me. While I was walking. On a trail. In a woods. Where I
used to walk and wheel Ron. Seems that Ron's spirit was drifting.
Overhead. Near the tree tops. He asked. That I tell his daughter Julie.
To stop lamenting. Instead, she's to rejoice. And celebrate his physical
death. And to get on with her own life. In exuberant and kindly
fashion. By being happy. No matter what. To find ways to savior life.
And especially the precious moments. Better that. Than to stay in
depression. And drunk. Ron's spirit said it's time for Julie to get on
with living. A joyous life. That she shouldn't even come to his bedside
any more. To watch him die. Because there are better things to do. Such
as living the rest of her life to the utmost. Perhaps as a romantic
idealist. --Jim
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