One Must Change to Proceed

JUNE 21, 2014   SATURDAY MORNING

    Hi, Chris.  Good morning.  I love you.

    I feel unsettled, as if I am on the move into the unknown.  The "change factor" has picked up intensity.  At least one neighbor is moving away.  She has been here many years.  This is no cause for my unsettled feeling in itself.  But I think at least one other neighbor is showing signs of moving away.  I don't like the fellow.  But still, it is another change.  Other neighbors are getting sicker.

    My easy chair has collapsed from age.  It sits flat on the floor now and will no longer rock back and forth, neither will the foot rest come up.  I still sit in the chair.  But like my body, it is decaying.  Leaning. Falling apart.

    Renovations are underway out front at the road and new construction not far down the road.  New faces are on the sidewalks.  And other changes are occurring which are no more important, I suppose, than those already mentioned.  Feather light as each may be in itself, accumulated together they seem to produce an effect on the psyche.  One of loss.  One of disappearing.  I wonder if the our landlord is preparing to sell these apartments.

    I should not let it make me feel too uneasy.  After all, such small changes are good practice for the big changes yet to come.  And one of the biggest changes will be leaving this physical world, a change I look forward to for this world no longer has any lure for me.

    I love you, Honey Bun.  You are my lure and you are my cure.  I shall come back to you on a wave of Shabd Sound Current, roaring forth in a blaze of light.

    The wave is a cosmic bath of change.  

    But in this change I am seeing a new birth of my immaterial self and consciousness, my soul.  I am still me.  At 63 years old, I am still that I AM who I WAS at 53, 43, 23, 13, 3, and zero.  But changed, as a rose changes from seed through bud and bloom then into and through decay.  I am still the eternal life that reigned, that watched and rode this cosmic wave through all that change.

    The garment of my incarnation has grown from embryo to tattered old shreds, now falling lifeless to the ground.  But my conscious soul remains, energized and renewed with new blooms of wisdom, expanding songs of joy.  And new eternal horizons appearing in new light.  This soul is your soul, my Darling, and mine.  It is our shared and selfless but personal love.  And the new horizons are ours to explore and conquer.

    I love you.  You love me.  We are this love, for Eternity.