Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Bring Me To Life

There were a lot of ways that I prepared for my Left Total Knee Replacement. Appointments to keep, exercises to begin, labs drawn and pre-op visits. Meditations and guided imagery were what  I used daily to keep me healthy going into the surgery. Yet what happened in the days leading up to the surgery and during the surgery are still ruminating in my soul.

I'd known that my knees were both bone on bone for many months, and my surgeon's PA, Brian, told me that I would know 'when' it was time to have the knee replacement. I sure did! One night in August my knee 'popped' as I turned over in the night. Excruciating, sweat inducing pain was all that I endured for the rest of the night. I called to make an appointment with Brian. I was put on hold and for some really weird reason the song that I heard was by Evanescence called "Bring Me To Life."

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without
You can´t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life.

I almost hung up, because I do believe that synchronicities, intuition and signs guide my life. I kept on the line and made the appointment on September 18th with Brian to discuss surgery. The night of September 11th I was just playing around doing different searches on YouTube. I typed in Charlotte and it brought up an anime character in a music video for a song called, "Bring Me Back to Life." I listened very intently as this was now the 2nd song that had been presented to me. The words to the song:
Bring Me Back To Life

I'm breathing in, and breaking down
I feel my time is running out
The fire in my heart will burn me to the ground
I did my part, I tried my best
The things I'm fighting to protect
Always shatter into pieces in the end, oh

I'm broken and I'm barely breathing
I'm falling 'cause my heart stopped beating
If this is how it all goes down tonight
If this is how you bring me back to life
Whoa, whoa
This is what it's like when we collide
Whoa, whoa
If this is how you bring me back to life

I'm pumpin' blood, I'm runnin' dry
My heart's been beating overtime
To help this broken body live another night
Battle cry, is the damage done?
Who has lost and who has won?
Who will be there when my life's support is gone? Oh

Barely breathing
Lost all feeling
I'm barely breathing
Still holding on

I'm broken and I'm barely breathing
I'm falling 'cause my heart stopped beating
If this is how it all goes down tonight
If this is how you bring me back to life

I'm broken and I'm barely breathing (whoa, whoa)
I'm falling 'cause my heart stopped beating
If this is how it all goes down tonight (whoa, whoa)
If this is how you bring me back to life
I'm broken and I'm barely breathing (whoa, whoa)
I'm falling 'cause my heart stopped beating
This is what it's like when we collide (whoa, whoa)
This is how you bring me back to life

Well, at that point I was really wondering what these two songs meant for me. Did they mean that I was actually going to 'die' during surgery only to come back to life? I mentioned it to Marty, because he is my grounding if I should go too high into the Spiritual Realm. He just thought it was all coincidence and assured me that I would be fine. I felt that I had given him warning in case that something happened and I had this immense bubble around me of divine protection, so I just kept my eye on the prize....being able to walk again without pain!

I went for the September 18th visit with Brian and he confirmed that with the kneecap popping in place that it was time to schedule surgery. By this time I was popping in and out at least once a day. There were a lot of things to get done in a very short period of time. I was leaving on the 27th to go to Longview, Texas to visit my Uncle Bobby and Cousin Richard and would return on October 3rd.

As I boarded the plane in Phoenix, I had a fleeting thought about plane crashes, but since I am not overly fond of flying, I just let it go. Both the flight into Dallas and the flight into Shreveport were as best as one could hope for. I had a really wonderful time with my Uncle and Richard. It was what I needed as we laughed at family stories and went through hundred of family photos. We yelled at the TV as we watched the Kavanaugh fiasco. Not once did I think about the two songs and what they might mean.  The flight out of Shreveport proved to be interesting as the ramp that attaches to the entrance door of the plane broke so we all had to go down on the tarmac and up the stairs. I was the very first person to board as I was in a wheelchair. Made me feel very special. The rest of the flight and the flight into Phoenix was great.

I got home and literally it felt like I hit the road running to get everything in order for surgery. I had to have a preop appt with my Physical Therapist on the 4th, a preop visit to my Primary Care Physician PA, on the 8th so she could clear me for surgery. I got my bloodwork and an ECG done on the 4th so that it could be read before the 8th.  I called to speak to Michelle, Dr. Kaper's surgery scheduler and was put on hold. Guess which song was playing? You got it. Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life." Really? Yes.

On October 14th I opened my Angel Book and read the little thought which was: God fully supports the course you are taking with your Divine Life Purpose. Everything that's ahead of you is bathed in God's golden light. What? Golden Light? Did this mean I was going to the Light? Still, there was this bubble of peace around me so nothing that happened caused me to panic or be in a place of fear. I had a hair appointment the next day, on the 15th, as I knew it would be a while for me to be able to go in after the surgery. Heather, my Hair Stylist put some highlights in so once I was in my car I took some selfies.  As you can see I am being bathed in  the Light. Surgery is 3 days away.....I did not tell anyone about these signs. I had no idea what they all meant.
                         
The night before the surgery I had a talk with my 'self' and my higher self. I said that if it was my time to literally go to the light, I was ready. I felt that I was at a good place, BUT, if I had the choice I would choose life. I said that I didn't think that Marty and I had done all the things we wanted to do. I said that I wanted to stay to see Sarah grow into a mature young woman. I wanted to stay because of my daughter in law Susan and granddaughter Lillian. I wanted to stay because I had just reunited with my birth family, and I had the opportunity to get to know them more and also to feel love from a family who didn't judge me and they didn't have expectations of me. I selfishly wanted to stay to feel their love and to love them right back. I wanted to stay because I didn't think that I had done all I came here to do. I hadn't experienced everything I had chosen to experience in this lifetime. I closed the talk with once again saying that if it was my time, then I would accept it and hope that those closest to me would know how much I loved them. 

I then settled down in bed to read a book on my Kindle so as to become sleepy. As I was reading I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a figure standing close to my bedside. As I focused on who it was, I recognized that it was my Dad. I smiled and told him that I was all right and I appreciated him being with me. I saw two other figures, but I never could see them clearly, so I thought that that it was two of my angels who are with me all the time. I thanked them for their being in my life providing protection and security. Soon I was fast asleep.

Thursday, the 18th of October dawned brightly in the early morning hours. Once we were at Prescott Outpatient Surgical Center I was prepped and ready to go into the OR. The anesthesiologist came in to insert a catheter through which she would administer the spinal block. Soon after that I was rolled into the OR, leaving Marty with a kiss as I told him I would see him on the other side. Once in the OR, the anesthesiologist explained again that I would be given a spinal block, the reason why she had put a catheter in my back before I was taken into the OR. I saw everyone in the OR and  told them that I was ready!
 
During the surgery I was aware of a warm golden light filling the room. I saw my dad standing on my left side, I smiled and asked him if it  was time. He said, "Tad, look over there." I looked to my right side and I saw my Mother and my birth Mom standing there, with their arms around each other.  I asked them if they had all come to take me home. My Mother said that it was my choice, although they were all in agreement that they didn't think it was the right time for me to leave this life. I said that if it were my choice then I chose to stay. I asked why Rachel and my Mother were together. Rachel laughed and said that they wanted me to see that everything is healed once we leave this Lifetime. They came together to give me more peace, being able to see a glimpse of the healing that occurs and that the three of them are always watching over me, ready to help me in any way they can.

Part of me wanted to go with them, but the other part wanted to stay here in this lifetime. I cannot explain really what the Light was like. It seemed like a fluid almost, flowing around myself and my parents. There was such a feeling of contentment, peace, joy and love as I've never felt before. Once I had made the resolve to stay here in this life I felt the light slowly flowing away from me as it condensed itself around the door to the OR and my Dad, my Mother and my Mom all disappeared as they walked into that long hallway of light.

I woke up slowly, as one does from surgery, and my first thought was that I had made it through the surgery and I was still here, present in this life.  I remember hearing a woman talking to someone and explaining to them that my blood pressure bottomed, down to 60/40. She said that they had given me 4,000 ml of fluid and some Epi. Although it was hard to stay present to hear more of the conversation, I didn't go back to sleep. The nurse came into my little recovery area and explained that she needed to take some more vitals before she brought Marty back. She then told me that while I was in surgery my blood pressure went down to 60 systolic and that I'd been given 4000 ml of fluids and rounds of Epinephrine before I responded and my BP slowly begin to rise. She took another BP and it was 101/65.

Soon Marty and our friend Janet came back to be with me and I told them what had happened with my blood pressure and the fluids I had been given. Marty and I couldn't figure out why they had given me Epi as first line drug for the low blood pressure. That didn't fit with our paramedic way of seeing the situation.

The physical therapist came in and got me up to take a walk. I walked really well, despite feeling a little light headed, but he said I could go home as soon as they were ready to discharge me. Dr. Kaper came in to see how I was doing. He took my phone and put his cell number in and told me that I could call him if there was any questions about the surgery. He said that he wanted to make sure that I was doing good at home. I thought that was way above what a surgeon would do in a normal situation. I appreciated his thoughtfulness and concern. I did ask him about the lower BP and he said that he has seen all kinds or responses that people have to anesthetics in the OR setting and that the outcome was that the surgery on the knee itself went really great.
Once home I was overwhelmed with the knowledge that I had really been able to choose life. I had been surrounded by God's Golden Light, I had seen my parents waiting for me, and yet even they wanted me to stay. And so I did.

I looked up why blood pressure's drop during knee surgery. It was very clear that it was a response to the spinal block I was given. "A fall of blood pressure accompanies each spinal anesthesia. It is the one possible danger associated with this form of anesthesia and may cause death. Its low point is usually ten minutes after the injection, and most fatalities have occurred at that time. After fifteen minutes, one is working away from the danger point, not toward it as in other general anesthetics. Given a reliable method of holding up blood pressure for the first fifteen minutes, and modern spinal anesthesia in trained hands is free of danger. Epinephrine given intravenously is the only reliable drug in desperate cases of blood pressure collapse. Promptly and properly administered, it will hold every case until the body vasomotor tone is naturally restored. But the occasional near fatality which every user of spinal anesthetics has seen has resulted in the clinical trial of many drugs and measures to anticipate this blood pressure drop." (1) There was the answer to why they had given me Epi.

In the days after surgery I continued realizing that I  awakened to a new life. I seem to still be in a constant state of flowing and sometimes there was a lightheadedness that I don't recognize as being part of my physical recovery. It comes and goes bringing with it time to reflect on who I am now and the power that lies within me. There is this feeling that my life has changed in ways I don't even know at this point in time. There is an ethereal consciousness all around me. I flow in and out of this consciousness, still being drawn into a place where I can feel that warm golden light. Physically I cannot seem to get warm, and have been sleeping with an electrical blanket to try to get to the deep cold I feel.

I have a new knee, one that will give me really, a newness of life where I can do things that I could not do before the surgery. After the other knee is replaced, I really will be walking in a new path, a new life. One where Marty and I can take walks again, hikes again someday. I feel blessed to have been given this new lease on life. I hope to use the time wisely and make decisions based on my realization that life is the greatest gift we have. Life is short, no matter how long it actually is, and it becomes more precious each day and I do not want to spend anymore time on trying to make things right in my life that I know cannot be fixed. I won't waste this new life on 'playing nice.' I am accepting that things play out as they are meant to be played out. Letting go of even more baggage happened during the surgery. I feel free, there is nothing that weighing me down.

I want to live my days out fiercely loving each moment no matter what it brings me. I will be true to myself. I will recognize the movement of Spirit in my life, and I will follow my own instincts, my own inner wisdom. I will give honor to my inner self, as she is wise beyond her years. I won't question when synchronicities or God Moments as I  call them, lead me in a path I am unfamiliar with. I will walk with Wisdom, Courage, Peace and Love. I am going to be ME. The Me that I came here to be. I will not waste these days. months, years that are before me. I will do what makes my heart happy and content.

My life mission remains the same now as it was the moment I was anointed and ordained back in 2005. I am a Spiritual Peacemaker. My divine purpose is to be whatever and whoever I need to be at any given moment in time so that I may gift others with what they need in that moment. If I need to be love, then I will love. If I need to be compassion, then I will be compassion. If I need to physically help someone, then I will do what I can do to help them. If I need to stand up to those who oppress others, then I will stand without fear. May my hands be divine hands and my heart be a divine heart. May my arms be reassuring to those hurting and may I impart to them healing and peace. May I, by the gentle laying on of hands, bring healing to a person's body, soul and spirit. I will remain surrendered with my heart full of gratitude for everything that has presented itself to me, for it is those moments which have shaped me into the woman I am today. I ask that I continually be given the words to say to others who are needing a little extra help with their own lives. May I walk with "good heart' until it is my time to leave this life.
(1) https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jama/article-abstract/233591


Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Robert "Robin the Bold" Inman

Birth
1586 • Fellbeck, Yorkshire, England

Death 1 MAY 1662 • Northpasturehouse, Bowthwaite, Netherdale, York, England


Today has been a beautiful rainy day with thunder rolling across the heavens. Here in my office as I am occupied with other matters that do not include any searches for ancestors, or the telling of anyone's stories, it appears there are literally thousands of ghosts whispering over my shoulder. They all want their stories to be heard. I tell them I am only one woman, and they must wait their turn, much like Oda Mae Brown (Whoopi's character in 'Ghost') told the ghosts waiting to come through her. Today, though, a hint came up that I was curious to see. It led me to an actual book that I have now downloaded for free on Google, which details a few scenes from Robin the Bold's life. I guess he didn't want to wait until I am really eleven generations back in time. So, I listened to him, and I read the passages in the book and I must say I did enjoy the laughs. The best part of all is that I really am just retelling the story as previously written by others. 

                                       http://www.davidarmitagephotography.co.uk/pateleybridge.html
Pateley Bridge photo by David Armitage


"During the Civil War the men of Nidderdale were up in arms either on the side of the King or Parliament; several of the leaders being Nidderdale squires. Upon the restoration of peace a good deal of the house renovation and rebuilding took place, and nearly all the houses at Pateley Bridge appear to have been built after that time. That there was at least one hostelry in the town in the period of the wars appears from an indictment in 1648, wherein it is stated that one Robert Inman ("Bold Robin" of Bouthwaite, elsewhere mentioned) was returning from Skipton Fair through the village of Pateley Bridge. Here he encountered, drinking at an alehouse, a surgeon named Webster and a number of soldiers belonging to the Protector's army, who were conveying medications and ammunition to Barnard Castle, for the forces there, to repel the Duke of Hamilton's invasion. "Bold Robin" was challenged to guide the party over the moors to Kirkby Malzeard but refused to do so; the Report before the Council states that the said Robert Inman (being a man of great size and muscular power) did dismount and openly fight and assault the soldiers.  At any rate the mare on which "Bold Robin" rode was "annexed" and used in the service of the Parliament; whereupon arose three actions at law, and in the end the surgeon Webster was indemnified.

The Depositions before the barons were published, from which it appears that Captain Anthony Beckwith, a son-in-law of Robert Inman, raised a troop (in which Owine, the son of the said Robert Inman was a Lieutenant) in the Parliament's service. It is also stated that this troop was stationed at Pateley Bridge, that Robert Inman had "received many woundes for that his affection to the said Parliament ; that his house had been spoyled, his cattle stolen, and that he had lost to the value of one thousand pounds owing to the war ; further that he had been cast into prison at Rippon by Lieut.-Col. Norton, in that he refused to take the oath of allegiance with the Cavaliers."

These incidents serve to show that Pateley Bridge was not only mixed up with the great civil broil during which much native blood and treasure were expended, but that the old town was one of the chosen centres for the "gathering of the clans."

Bouthwaite Grange

"Bouthwaite Grange was for many generations the home of the family of Inman, from which the Inmans of Liverpool, the well-known owners of the Inman Line of Steamers, trace their descent.
William Inman, by his will dated 1614, devises to his sons Robert and John jointly his land at Bouthwaite, "Lately leased to one James Chambers," and to his eldest son, Robert, all the rest of his lands and tenements at Bouthwaite. It is this Robert who is still known as "Bold Robin of Bouthwaite," and of whom I have spoken of before in connection with the Civil War fracas at Pateley Bridge."
"Being a man of uncommon stature and strength he is credited with many strange and remarkable deeds; the most memorable however, and the one by which he would appear to have earned his sobriquet, was the slaying of four men in his own house at Bouthwaite. These men made an attempt to rob him a few hours after he had returned home from collecting his rents, when the family had retired for the night. The thieves had surreptitiously crept into the house, when "Bold Robin" aroused by the creaking of the wooden floors, got up and hastily dressing himself, encountered one of the thieves at the bedroom door, He at once seized him by the throat and threw him I a half strangled condition head foremost down the staircase, by which action the man broke his collar bone and appears to have succumbed instantaneously; the remainder of the gang attempted to seize "Bold Robin," but the daring defender of the home wielding a deadly weapon, and attacking first one and then the other, in a little time had the horrible satisfaction of seeing the dead and bleeding bodies of the would-be thieves lying in various parts of the premises."

"Whether any trial or inquest followed this affray I have not ascertained. There is no doubt however that Inman would be quit of any charge or accusation of willful murder; the punishment for robbery, or attempted robbery, being very severe at that time. The weapon, I am told, by which the burglars were killed was kept in the family to the beginning of this century, when it was sold."

"Bold Robin" died in 1662, and was succeeded by Charles Inman, the eldest son, who made his will at Bouthwaite in 1670, leaving his land there to his eldest son, Robert Inman, whose initials, and the date 1673 may still be seen over a doorway of the old garage. From that time until the present Bouthwaite Grange remained in the possession of this branch of the Inmans." (1)

The back door of Bouthwaite Grange still shows his initials

The following Will of Robert Inman is very interesting:

PROBATE RECORDS: INMAN of Nidderdale


1662 -ROBERT INMAN of Northpasturehouse
(also known as "Bold Robin of Bouthwaite")


In the name of God Amen I Robert Inman of Northpasturehouse in Nidderdale within the county of Yorke gentl: beinge sicke in body but of sound and pfect memory (praised be Almighty God for the same) doe ordain and make this my last will and testament in manner and forme following viz: First I bequeath my soule into the hands of Almighty God my Creator assuredly trusting through the death passion and resurrection of Jesus Christ my saviour to have free remission of all my sinnes And my bodie to the earth from whence it came to be interred at the discretion of my executor hereafter to be nominated. And for my worldly goods as followeth viz: My mind and will is that my debts and funerall expenses be firs payd and discharged out of my whole goods. And then I doe hereby give and bequeath unto Jane Inman my granddaughter (naturall daughter of my sonne Willm Inman) twenty pounds of good and lawful money of England to be payed unto her by my executor within one whole yeare next after my decease. And for the rest of my goods and chattells rights and credditts whatsoever moveable and unmoveable, I doe hereby give and bequeath unto Michael Inman my sonne whome I doe hereby nominate and appoint sole executor of this my last will and testament, utterly revoking all former willes by me made or ......., whereunto I have sette my hand and seale the twentye eight day of Aprill In the fourteenth yeare of the Raigne of our Soveraigne Lord Charles the Second by the grace of God Kinge of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the faith .......1662

Robert Inman 


Sealed signed & published in the presence of

Charles Inman
Grace Richardson
Mary Darnebrooke her mk M
Philip Richardson Jurat

[NOTE...The testator Robert Inman (Bold Robin of Bouthwaite) was buried at Pateley Bridge 2 May 1662. His family were as follows:
  • JOHN died before 1631
  • WILLIAM probably died before 1646, tho' Bold Robin writes of "my sonne Willm Inman" and not "my late son" .He married 29 Aug 1635 Eleanor WYSE.
  • CHARLES who died 1619.
  • GRACE bap 5 Oct 1617 Pateley Bridge. She married (1)1636 Captain Anthony BECKWITH, and (2) about 1658 Philip RICHARDSON.
  • MARY bap 14 Nov 1619 Pateley Bridge, died 1629
  • CHARLES bap 16 June 1622 Pateley Bridge, married Anne BAYNE, and died about 1670.
  • RICHARD bap 18 Sep 1624 Pateley Bridge, died 1641.
  • OWEN (Owine) bap 24 Sep 1626 Pateley Bridge, died 1654. He was Lieutenant to Capt Anthony Beckwith (his brother-in-law) in the service of Parliament.
  • ROBERT bap 2 Sep 1628 Pateley Bridge, a soldier in the service of Parliament, died circa 1657.
  • MICHAEL born 29 Sep 1630, baptised 5 Oct 1630, married 1 July 1656 Elizabeth DARNBROOKE. Also a soldier in the service of Parliament. Of Northpasture House (1657), and later of Bewerley. He was buried 22 Mar 1690/91 at Pateley Bridge.
  • MARY bap 4 July 1634 Pateley Bridge.]
Contributed by Nancy Mclaughlin (2)

If you are interested in purchasing our ancestor's home, it is for sale as of this writing: 

Please take time to look at the following flyer about Bouthwaite. It is a beautiful home!



If you plan a visit to Bouthwaite Grange link here, 
http://www.inman-family.org/documents/northpasturefarm.html to see how to stay at the Inman Ancestral Home.
If you love history and want to read more about Robert Inman please use this link 
(1) pg  448, 449, 477, 478  Nidderdale and the Garden of the Nidd: A Yorkshire Rhineland: Being a Complete Account, Historical, Scientific, and Descriptive, of the Beautiful Valley of the Nidd. Author Harry Speight
(2) http://www.inman-family.org/wills/boldrobin.htm






Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Thomas Abraham Teague, my Great-Great Grandfather



Thomas A Teague was quite a colorful man. He was born in Pulaski, Missouri on Dec. 22, 1836. He grew up in the Ozarks, moving from Missouri to Arkansas in 1850 when he was 14. His mother died not long after the family moved to Arkansas.

Tom moved to Denton, Texas around 1860, when he as 24 years old. A beauty named Phalby Chism Pierce caught his eye and the two of them were married later that year. They welcomed a baby boy, John Bolter Teague, into the world on June 2, 1861. 

Sadly, the Civil War reached them in Texas and Tom was drafted to fight for the Confederate Army. He joined the Texas 15th Regiment as a Private in 1862. As the war raged on Tom found himself with an unorganized group of men on August 25, 1863, in Smith County, Tenn. The Union soldiers captured all of them and Tom was a prisoner of war until 1865 when he decided to enlist in the Union Army. He was 27 years old when his name shows up under the Union Soldiers Service Records, serving with the Sixteenth Calvary of New York.  

Phalby and his son John moved to be closer to Tom. We know this because on July 14, 1865, in Newton County, Missouri, Phalby gave birth to a baby girl whom they named Phalby Jane Pierce.

When the war ended Tom returned with his family in Travis Co. Texas.  Phalby and Tom made a good life for themselves in the beautiful hill country of central Texas. His daughter Marion, son James and daughter America were all born in and around the Austin, Texas area.

As the story goes Tom lived hard and played hard. One night he got into a fight in a local saloon and ended up breaking the other man's neck. Although witnesses said that it was a fair fight, Tom heard that a lynching might be in store for him. He was not going to take any chances to he fled all the way to Globe, Arizona where he went by the name of Tom Rose for a while.  His family joined him in Globe where they lived and eventually had families of their own. 


Phalby died at age 84 on May 31, 1921, as a result of 'Injury to Spine and Fracture of Neck and Left Femur. The Death Certificate does not say how these injuries occurred, possibly a Motor Vehicle Accident. Tom died on December 9, 1925, at the age of 91 of 'Natural Causes, Old Age.' 

They are both said to be buried at Fort Thomas in Arizona. There is no gravestone for either.
Thomas A Teague Draft Registration 





Tom's Confederate Record and his Union Record

Taken Prisoner by the Union Army, August 25, 1863




Fort Thomas, Arizona where Tom and Phalby are said to be buried.



This story and the facts/fiction of it has been told with this Scots Irish woman's way of always making a story a little more interesting for the telling of it. Most of the sources found to add interesting details of Tom and Phalby's life can be found by doing a search for their names on the internet. Ancestry has a lot of the information and the photos that were uploaded by other family members of these two interesting characters.  The information about Fort Thomas is from Wikipedia.

I hope you have enjoyed reading about Thomas and Phalby. 

Three Generations of intricate Family Tree






Friday, April 13, 2018

Suffering

My friend Mary...Beautiful Soul
A few months ago my very best soul sister since high school days commented to me that she feels sad for all the suffering that I have had in my life. She said that she doesn't have suffering in her life. I reminded her that she did have suffering, the loss of her husband in 2001 and she has recently lost a son. The loss of the Love of her life and the loss of her child. To me that is great suffering.
What is suffering? Why does it come into our lives? Why is it that some people seem to have more suffering than others?
The definition of suffering is:
1. to undergo or feel pain or distress
2. to sustain injury, disadvantage, or loss
3. to endure pain, disability, death, etc., patiently or willingly
4. to undergo, be subjected to, or endure (pain, distress, injury, loss, or anything unpleasant)
5. to undergo or experience (any action, process, or condition)
6. to tolerate or allow
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
I have had a life filled with circumstances that brought suffering in the forefront, although I have never thought about these times as 'suffering.' I have just accepted what comes into my life as a lesson to learn from. I don't get stuck in the suffering either, because I believe that even if I don't get the lesson at the time, I will, in thought and retrospection, see the lesson at another point in time.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi
I have found that the above quote from Rumi is so very true. At the moment of great suffering (being wounded) is the moment when the Light enters in and there is peace in that moment. There are lessons to be learned, there is a divine revelation that cannot come in times of joy or complacency, I would not trade those times for anything in the world., for my soul craves the intimacy with the Light more than anything else in the world.
What may be considered great suffering by one person may not be as drastic to another. We each have our own perceptions of what suffering is. To one, another's life may be so filled with sufferings that we cannot fathom how they live through it all. To another, life's sufferings may appear as one or two periods of pain in their life. Yet, if we were to walk in their shoes, we could see the purpose for their sufferings and understand that each one has what their soul needs to grow.
As I think about it, with my own beliefs, I see that souls who are younger seem to suffer less than souls who are older. Young souls are filled with abundant energy and when they come through times of suffering, they wonder why this is happening to them so audibly that those of us who are older hear their cries and know that only a divine intervention can comfort them.
Older souls seem to have a knowingness of why suffering is and what it brings to their lives. They accept and grow. Like Job in the Bible, no matter what comes, they will not stop their spiritual journey. They will continue onward.
That is not to say that older souls move with grace and peace through their sufferings. They cry, they mourn, they react, they ask "why", they cry some more. Then, the reality of what they are going through comes before their eyes and a connection with Spirit carries them forward into a peaceful place from which they can live and move and have their being in.
My life has been full of suffering, yet it has been full of the Light which guides me onward. So I wish that there wasn't so much suffering? Sure I do. I can wish until my heart stops beating, but nothing will change. My only recourse is to accept what comes, live in that moment and go forward, knowing that all is truly as it is supposed to be.
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
― Kahlil Gibran