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| When do we actually think about our mortality and then work on coming to terms with it?
The other day this thought came to me and I had to give it some deep consideration. Right now it just seems I accepted it with the onset of growing old. But that doesnâ€™t seem quite rightâ€¦so I decided to go back to the very beginning.
I came up with these thoughts. When we are in utero, growing and learning, we have no fears; our watery world protects us so we have no thought of mortality. At our birth, we are ejected into a strange new world. Whatever we knew before is now being hidden from us, for it would not do for us to bring all the universes knowledge into this new life. How would people react if we spoke, were to tell them intimate things about God, were wiser than they? I shudder at the thought. No, it would not do, we have to learn again, from the beginning of our first breathe. The only thing we may still possess is a sense of immortality.
Yes, immortality. Think about it. Remember back to your childhood and the childhood of your children. Think of all the things you did growing up that caused your mother and you to gasp, pull hair out, pray for your safety and safe return home from your adventures. How about the time you or your child took their first steps, shaky on two little legs and your mom wanted to grasp you so you wouldnâ€™t fallâ€¦you did the same with your own children. Then there was the time the child learned to ride his/her first two wheel bicycle, the first time he/she pulled out of the driveway with the family car to run an errand, go meet friends, go on a date, the prom? How many of you waved and then went inside, maybe to your bedroom, got down on your knees and prayed fervently to God to keep that child safe and bring them home safely.
You look in the mirror one day and what do you see? A grey hair, no, I am only 35 or 38! You might even pluck it out. But it is only the beginning.
Then one day the child, no longer a child, but a young man/woman comes home and announces they have enlisted in the Armed Forces. You are shocked for we are at war. Youâ€™re as patriotic as the next American, but this is your child! Yet, you find yourself accepting their choice and prepare yourself for them leaving home, maybe for the last time. That night, in your room, you find yourself again on your knees, praying to God, the same God that heard and answered your prayers all those times before. This time in addition to praying for your childâ€™s safety you pray for yourself as well. You ask for the strength to get through this and to accept His will.
In the mirror the next morning you see more grey hairs. They are friends now for you have earned everyone and you know they will be joined with a few more in the coming months and years.
Strangers just see a woman growing old, but in reality youâ€™re a woman who has walked with God, talked with Him and accepted His badge of honor that He has bestowed on you for all to see.
I donâ€™t think we actually come close to our mortality until we encounter a friend or loved one near our own age who we find is ill and soon passes away. I believe it is then that we actually think of our own mortality and the mortality of all those around us. We may even become frightened; go through a kind of grieving process and in the end we come to terms that our bodies donâ€™t live forever. Through our spiritual beliefs we do know that the essence, the soul, of our being does live forever.
I believe that when we actually put those two processes, Immortality and Mortality, in their proper prospective can we truly understand our place in the universe. Can truly accept our passing from the mortal coil to the beauty that is our immortal essence (soul) and take our place in that Universe called by many names, Heaven being just one.
Tahlmorra lujhala mei wiccan
(The fate of a man rests always within the hands of the gods)
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