Quando, secondo la tradizione, andiamo a trovare i nostri morti al cimitero, non pensiamo mai che le anime dei nostri cari non potranno mai stare in un posto dove ci sono solo corpi in putrefazione.
Le caratteristiche divine delle anime sono consone a dimensioni superiori, e se vogliamo veramente entrare in contatto coi nostri cari, dobbiamo farlo con i nostri pensieri più alti ed evoluti, così potranno sentirci e ricevere il nostro amore.
Traduzione in inglese:
A TRIBUTE TO THE SPIRIT DURING DAY OF THE DEAD
Luca, Anna’s sixteen-year-old son, passed away during a motor scooter incident, and she weeps at his grave every day.
Luca’s Soul: “But, mom, when I was a child, whenever one of my dogs died or when my grandparents passed away, how many times did you tell me they were in the Heavens?
And now that I am dead, you no longer look for me in the Heavens?
Did you lie to me, then? You deceived me and then abandoned me?
How can you love the body that was once mine, now full of maggots and rotting, and forget about me?
Please, raise your eyes to the Heavens, as I am up, not down. Please, look at me! I can’t stand seeing you there weeping at my grave whilst I am here, alive, and have eyes only for you! Don’t cry over my body because every time you do, your suffering hits and hurts me and makes my soul bleed! You know, Mother? My blood is your tears, and you should send me love and no longer accept the loss of my body, as I am right here with you, remember? I was part of your flesh and Spirit. Do not disown me, please!”
Mother: “Oh, Luca! My son, I also died with you. It’s not fair. It should have been me, not you – you had a whole life to live and now you’re gone.”
Luca’s Soul: “But, Mother. I am alive. Why don’t you let go of your pain and find the love in your heart so you may hear me?
You, who gave me life, give me your love so that I may ascend to the Higher Realms without your tears of blood that keep me clinging to the Earth.”
Mother: “Why did you not listen to me that day?
It was cold, and the roads were icy.”
Luca’s Soul: “Mother, stop treating me as a human, as I am no longer your son but his Spirit, something more. Why do you not recognise me?”
Mother (on her way home and absorbed in thoughts):
“Luca, I hear your voice inside me. I no longer need to go and cry at your grave.”
And she raised her eyes to the Heavens.
