Extract from my mothers journal....

Journey….

(And I saw myself in heaven, happily conversing with my peers; so full of joy and wonder, delighted just to be. The Lord made a request, " I am looking for a volunteer. And please, do not respond without thought for the task is a difficult one and the journey painful." How much time I took to consider this, I do not know; I do know that I volunteered.)

I used to believe that I had a great memory. How many people can say that they remember anything from age one to two or around age three as I now can? Most tell me that they have no memory from the years up to age five that they believe it to be because those years were happy ones. Whatever! I guess we all believe what we chose to believe to a great extent.

Priorities change, once I focussed on breaking the cycles and refusing to pass on the harm, now as I review the outcome of the efforts I have made and see the issues that my grandchildren wrestle with I wonder, I wonder if anythig I have attempted has helped to improve their lives in any way. The view from where I sit, age wise, tends to take on a different hue and is strongly affected by awareness of mortality. Age can be a terrifying prospect; the genetic patterns threaten dementia, cancer and dependancy. Strangely enough cancer is the least threatening of these. Having a rich and alive spiritual life once had me certain of what happens after death, now I am unsure. Perhaps those out of body glimpses of an afterlife were due to the suggestion or the operation of some peculiar centre of the brain, as scientists would have us believe.

Whatever the reality, they were hope filled and beautiful and very much like my original memory of heaven. Presenting a view that the journey ends where it began with a return home.

Extract from my mothers journal....

jaycee

Brisbane, Australia

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Sadly reading this, my mother actually did pass away from cancer, yet this was not written when she knew of her illness.

My mother wrote a lot… I will hopefully put some of her work into a book someday, that was her dream, I would like to make it happen for her even though she is not with us anymore.

She had a gift, she had a gift in reaching people with her presence, with her way of speaking and in her writing.

I truly believe, no matter what your belief systems are, my mother was truly a gift from God. I know that she has helped so many, even if they turned their backs on her in her final days, whether to avoid the pain of such a loss or what, she will be remembered. One day I hope her book will help someone else and keep the legacy going.

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