What Would Life Look Like Without You?

When you hold someone so dear and love without condition, everyone thinks about the instance of… What Would Life Look Like Without You? But have you really ever thought about an actual consequence and imagined how you would work through the disappearance of a loved one from death, divorce, separation, etc.?

What Would Life Look Like Without You?

The Buddhists have a ritual when considering love of a human being. The theory is to imagine that loved one getting old, dying, and their bodies returning to dust. 

You might ask how this ritual could help anyone through a literal or figurative death. But, when you work through these painful thoughts in your mind, you recognize that the person you see before you is more than the body. Who you love is not merely human, but a spiritual being that will never dissipate completely, even if his or her ashes are sitting before you.

I tried this exercise with someone I love, recently. Because I don’t look at death as something good or bad, I found it rather easy to see the demise of someone’s physical body. At 60, I have been through many deaths of friends and family, some worst than others in circumstance and suddenness. Each time, the good that comes out of the death process is that I learn to love deeper and more authentically those who are alive and within reach. 

We have no idea how long we (or anyone else for that matter) will be graced or purposed on this Earth. 

Beyond having many important people in my life, I had a few people who required much more than they gave back in energy and willingness to return the favors with even a simple thanks. These are energy vampires I spoke about in my last blog, because they intentionally or unintentionally use your energy in large scale for themselves, and you let them!

What if just one of these cherished people in your life, who give back purposefully and authentically were to suddenly be gone. What would you do? How would you react?

My Story about What Would Life Look Like Without You?

As a Practitioner of Hypnotherapy

I once had a dear friend whose friendship spanned decades and three moves to different states. We kept on as if there were no distance, though. She always lit up when I came into the room. When we talked on the phone, our conversations would sometimes last for hours, though I hate the phone. She understood me in the most basic sense. She and I shared what I would call a spiritual bond, or if you’re inclined to look deeper, perhaps, even a bond that went beyond this life time. 

Every conversation would end up talking about our deepest feelings and beliefs. We were drawn together by these beliefs, though she started off a piano student. She was a lawyer by trade, but moved to Nashville to begin a career in songwriting. Honestly, I didn’t believe her move toward me was for anything but to connect our lives together. This was made clear by her many moves to take jobs that were for writing law, as she was also a great writer, which also connected us. 

We frolicked about like little kids when we were together, as if we were just here to have fun and play. However, we also had divine purpose. We would often tell each other how much human life wasn’t much of a gift. In fact, it was quite difficult most times, especially when she began to get ill with diseases that would take her all over the world to get help. We would make light of death, though. We often said, “If you go before me, you have to come back and talk to me first… Don’t wait! Come directly to me!”

When Linda was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer, my heart sank. I saw her death in front of me clearly and profoundly. She, suddenly, couldn’t face death. She shared with me in no uncertain terms: “I never thought I would say this, but now that I am told I don’t have much time left on this Earth, I want to fight with all of my might to stay here. You’ll never know what a gift life here is until it is being taken from you.”

For about 15 months, she battled, prayed, went in search for healers around the world, did rituals, and believed in Jesus more than she ever did before. She now regretted taking her life for granted. I held her spiritual hand during most of this, though she was far away.

When she was on her death bed, I was told when I called the hospital that she was no longer able to speak and had been unresponsive for a few days. However, the next morning, I felt led to call the hospital again to check on her, as I was sure death was impending. To my surprise (later to find out to everyone’s surprise) Linda awoke long enough to talk to me before her last breath. 

She shared with me some of the most important thoughts I’d ever heard in just a few breathy words.  She was certain of her destiny now and wanted to say good-bye—in the physical—one last time and assure me that she had my back no matter where her spirit would goe.

That night she died. I awoke to a bright light in my bedroom. Whether I was dreaming or awake, it made no difference. I felt awake. She danced into my bedroom in this funny dance we used to do with a silver candle snuffer I bought her, like we were fairy princesses gracing people with golden fairy dust. 

I laughed, not surprised at all that she was there before me. She said, “You can see me?” 

I said, “Yes. Of course.”

She said, “Prove it.  Wave your right hand at me. (She was a lawyer.) Shake your right foot!”

I waved my hand and my foot. She giggled like a little girl. She appeared young and radiant, beaming with light. “I can’t believe you can see and hear me,” she replied.

“Tell me what it is like to be where you are. Tell me everything,” I asked, now sitting up in my bed.

She shared that when she passed, her spirit was like tiny bits of light that left her body and quickly could reform and reshape into whatever she wanted. She said, however, that she was now confined to a realm that was preparing her for a higher heavenly place. She explained about a place in the spiritual realm that was like a college for spirits, to prepared them for their next stage of life.

I asked if she would still be able to talk to me from where she was. She wasn’t certain but assured me that she would try to ask to come back to help me if she could. I have trusted those words for the last 11 years.

She asked, “Do you remember that silver bell I gave you for Christmas a few years ago?”

“Yes,” I said. 

“Just ring the bell; and I’ll be here.”

She then promised, again, to help me on the Earth as much as she could from heaven. Then disappeared with a knowing smile.

I fell fast asleep after our meeting, imagining all the many ways that she could use her spiritual experience to enhance my Earthly existence, though I have to admit that 21 years ago I was more concerned about her helping my career than I was my spiritual growth. 

However, when I awoke, my first chore was to find the dang bell she gave me. I had been through two moves since she gifted it to me. I was sure it was tucked away with my Christmas decorations.

To my surprise and to my mystical delight, though, the silver bell was right there on my nightstand. I heard her laughing in the ether.

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*The purpose of this blog is to realize that the stories in the brain are impulses from Spirit to help us heal, if we are willing to take the time to understand our own pain. Most of us want to avoid it. But, if you are tired of reliving your stories over and over again, try learning to become the observer of your mind.

GIVE IT A TRY.

With 31 years of experience and a new, great office in beautiful Fort Lauderdale, Hypnosis on Las Olas creates a clear path to health and prosperity for many people in South Florida. I will help put you on the road to peace of mind and keep you there, so that you may rewrite your prosperous story daily and learn how to avoid People Who Steal Your Energy, as in my book: “Your New Story, Your New Life.”

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