The Language of Spirit
My son Tanner was (Is) such a mystical soul. He was the child of mine that regularly contemplated the nature of the universe and the underpinnings of reality. We could talk at length about all manner mayhem in the Matrix. He was a seer. And a bullshit detector.
Everyday I take a walk. This was a regular practice before he died. But my walks have transformed into “Mommy and Tanner time”.
I find that the only place I feel 100% regulated, present, and connected to him is when I’m in nature.
It’s become yet another grief ritual to spend time with him outdoors. I walk and talk and listen.
Today I went to the lake (Erie), sat on a rock at the shore, and updated him on all the family news. As per usual, When I’m done telling him all about what’s present for us, I ask him if he has something to say to me.
I immediately had this thought about him and the conversations we used to have about nature and time. My attention was pulled towards this rock, because all of the sudden the water around it started moving and making noise. It had been totally quiet before.
Do you see the message in the water? The answer about the nature of time, and how the universe works?
I saw it. The way it spirals in, then ripples out. In an almost toroidal fashion. It is infinite. My son’s way of saying we will meet again, somewhere along the spectrum of time.
This is the way spirit talks to us. Metaphor, symbolism, sign, & synchronicities are the language of the soul.
It gives us the ability to communicate beyond the veil when we can begin to interpret this language.
