Can You See Me? Keep the Faith, For I Am Here

When you can’t look into our eyes; when you cannot see us, you think we are not “alive”.  You think that if you cannot see it, that it is not alive....  but that is not true.

One of Kate’s friends has a little nephew 5 years old. He is what they call an “indigo child”. He has an intuition and awareness that most others have abandoned along the way. Our friend was taking a walk with him one day and she made a funny comment to him that he must have eyes in the back of his head. He turned to her seriously and said, “Nope. I don’t have eyes in the back of my head, but I have an extra eye here in the middle of my forehead.” He pointed at it. “At night,” he said, “when I no longer need my eyes to see, they close and the one in the middle opens so I can see the nighttime world around me.”

There is more to life THAN MEETS THE EYE(S).  We are here; we are waiting for you to open that eye in the middle of your forehead so that you can see us. You can’t see us if you don’t believe. 

Google “Third Eye” if you want to learn more.

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"Some experts say that we decide the course our lives will take and the lessons we need to learn, long before we come to this planet. If that is indeed true, the knowing of it begins to leave us the moment we are born.

"Jack McAfghan: Reflections on Life with my Master" Chapter 1

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Most adults spend their whole lives trying to remember what they forgot when they were children. 

This is another topic for another day.  

Dear Jack: How to Explain What is a Dream? What is Life?

Dear Jack, 

I don't understand the quote that death is like waking up. 
Maybe I'm not ready. Please, if you can, try to explain it. 

Ruth

Dear Ruth,  I will try to explain. 

When I passed, she went through horrible grief. You know all about it!  She was dysfunctional for nearly six months. Her father passed the same day I did, so it was complicated.  At the six month mark she scattered my ashes. She write poetry and prose and notes all the time, but after I passed, she didn't write anything at all. That day after she scattered my ashes, she went home and was staring at her blank notebook with her pen in hand. She asked me for help to start writing again. That night, with pen in hand, she wrote stuff like what you are trying to understand here. She did not understand any of it either as she was writing it, but when she read it back, she understood all of it. Now the question is, how do we explain the unexplainable to YOU? 

"Row row row your boat... life is but a dream." We are all dreamers and we will awaken to find out that we were just dreaming. It is very hard to get one's rational head around this stuff. As we move forward, I will try to find a way to better explain it. 

Love,
Jack

What is Real? Are your dreams real or is your life real?  

If You Look for Me and Believe in Me, You Will Find Me

She used to like those puzzles for kids where you try to find the things hidden in the picture.  She was really good at finding stuff! She needs only apply now what she learned then, for if she did, she would find me everywhere.