On my brother's passing

[iameye]

I'm sorry to hear of your loss, B.

I understand how difficult that must be for you.




- Mimsey

[iameye]

Jan 20, 2011 20:22:27 GMT -5 B said:

(more to come)

P. S. Mimsey



Both the film's and short story's titles are derived from third line of the nonsense verse poem
Jabberwocky in Lewis Carroll's novel Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There."

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Despite attempts by an unbelieving FBI to hinder them, Noah and Emma use their psychic powers to escape with Mimzy and the other objects and are able to activate the time portal by which Mimzy can return to the future. Fortunately, Mimzy carries with it a tear of Emma's, thus providing the pure DNA required to prevent the disaster.


While awaiting the bonfire, in which the Velveteen Rabbit will be burned, the Rabbit cries a real tear. This tear brings forth the Nursery Magic Fairy. She tells the Rabbit that he was only real to the boy, and then brings him to the woods and kisses him, making him real to everybody. He soon discovers that he is a real rabbit at last and runs to join the other rabbits in the wild.[





Step on the gas and wipe that tear away.

One sweet dream came true today

[iameye]

Jan 21, 2011 2:32:02 GMT -5 B said:

so I decided to go back into it when I sensed someone or something coming into the room.
I couldn't see them; in fact my eyes weren't even open, but I knew that some one or some thing
had come into the room, and I also knew that whoever or whatever this was, it was largely
on the astral level, and not very much in the physical realm.

I was not frightened. Instead, there was a strange peace being emitted by whatever this was.
Suddenly a beautiful sounding bell rang - just once.
Not a loud or clang-y bell, like a fire alarm, or an alarm clock, or a school bell, but like a church bell
of moderate size, rung with just enough force to be appropriate for a bedroom.
In my mind's eye I saw it as being like a small version of the Liberty Bell, and
because I was experiencing it pretty much on the astral level, I could hear all the humming
and ringing of all component frequencies making up the bell tone. It was nearly perfect. The inherent harmonics were just delicious!
In fact it occurred to me that it was the best sounding bell I had ever heard; nearly chrystalline.
I basked in its tone. "Wow!" I said to myself.

And the bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run.

[iameye]

I Saw A Rabbit With Its Eyes Full Of Tears
The Lab That Owned Her Had
Been Doing It For Years
Why Don't We Make Them Pay For Every Last Eye
That Couldn't Cry Its Own Tears
Do You Know What I Mean?

When I Tell You That We'll All Be
Looking For Changes
Changes In The Way We Treat Our Fellow Creatures
And We Will Learn How To Grow

[iameye]

Jan 21, 2011 9:52:06 GMT -5 B said:

iameye wrote:
"And the bell was ringing in the village square for the rabbits on the run."

Well I just had to laugh! ;D

Well, you just should have looked, having read the book.

T'was a Liberty Bell you saw, B.




`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom
From the day that I was born I've waved the flag
Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man
Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had

Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you
Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind
Shine a light shine a light
Shine a light won't you shine a light ?
Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do



Philadelphia

from philos "loving" + adelphos "brother"

On my brother's passing


Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me
Right between the eyes





Bells will ring out for Our Love!


WE CAN DO IT!

[skyward]

That was a nice read, Letter B, very touching.

Coming from somebody on the outside looking in, I thought you might also interpret the bell as you brother giving you the nod on your achievement of angel wings, recognizing and appreciating your presence by his side during his last few days... As well as the implicit revelation about there being angels that he would want to reveal as per your childhood agreement. Or maybe it's both, seeing as you're twins.

[Valis]

Thank you very much for writing that.
I was in a bit of a rut today, not feeling too well, and your story inspired me again.

I notice an increase of synchs over the last few years, I was feeling a bit sick and down today, having my existential doubts, thankfully I'm learning better to not get me dragged down, but some days.

Just thinking about our mortality today, how at a certain age, mostly mid30s as I am, we start to be really confronted with our mortality, that we can't fool around with our health anymore, that we are not indestructible like most of us believe in our 20s.

So it was a great affirmation of synchronicity to finally come upon this thread tonight.

And i've read and experienced enough of the dead trying to communicate.
Mostly in small signs, like their photo on the wall falling down.

I've been raised by a single mom as a single child, and she started drinking in the late 80s and died in 98..lots of strange synchs started to happen round the time of her death, hope to write out that story soon, but it's quite a story, even being the ignition to search for answers which also got me on this forum 6 years ago.

And yes I also sometimes hear churchlike bells in the distance, I live in a small town so it's usually silent at night, I've also at times heard a church organ in the distance in the middle of the night, and even smelled roses in my house where one normally only smells ashtrays.
All of those have been written about and being attributed to being signs of Christ, though I prefer to call it the divine source that runs thru everyone and everything.

A strange thing is that my mom was a messy housekeeper, and would get angry if I even tried to clean or order any of her stuff.
After her death I still live in the house I grew up in, well ofcourse I changed a lot in the house, often I dream about her that she is still here and throwing a huge fit over how everything changede in her house, the dreams always end up when I'm starting to figure "wait a sec, arent you supposed to be dead".

Carl Jung once observed that often a flock of crows would roost around a house when someone died, it had been dreary grey cold wet weather from the moment mom died till her funeral, when the sun broke thru, in early august.Thanks for your story MisterB it inspires me a lot on a day that started out not so good.

All Love Jan

[JoJo]

I'm really sorry for your brother's passing B.

That story about your brother being in the hospital room and somehow knowing the changed condition of his apartment with the extension cord and the open window.. Quite the mind blower.

Took me a while to respond.. I opened up your thread early this morning in the few minutes I had before getting ready for work, (which ended up being canceled because of the weather anyway) and I couldn't make it to your last post because.. it really affected me. A little bit because I'm a little "raw" that early, but mainly the story and your telling of it got me feeling emotional..

I finished it later of course.

Some know I met you and 'LetterG' a few years ago. I can confirm that you two did indeed not see eye to eye on certain things, and yeah when you brought up the subject our group here discusses when we are on topic, he went straight to "debate mode", much to your chagrin. Quite amusing, actually. But at the same time, you were on the same wavelength in the "twin" way.. I don't remember the details, but I said something, you two went quiet at the same time, and shared some telepathic communication to which I was not privy.. Sound familiar?

I really liked LG, right out of the gate.. So believe me when I say I'm sad that he's gone, the world lost one of those that make it a better place.

[Valis]

Thanx JoJo for confirming how I felt reading this, it took me a few hours to get thru this thread, but it inspires me a lot.

And MisterB thru your posts I like you a lot, so I also must have liked your brother a lot, except for the republican/atheist part.

Thank you for sharing B. Maybe weird to say but in my experience a lot of good has already come out of your brother physically departing and you sharing the story.

Sounds strange but I'm coming to terms with my mom passing, knowing that thru that experience I am now at exactly the best place in life I can be.

Sometimes tragedies are blessings in disguise, closing one door and opening many new ones at the same time

"Only eyes that have been washed by tears can see clearly"

Thanx again

[iameye]

Jan 20, 2011 15:04:43 GMT -5 B said:

We had had neighbors, when we were children, whose last name was Yablonski (not their real name).
Every year at Christmas they decorated their porch with these kick-ass electric plastic candles
that my brother and I felt were just too cool, so we decided that the password would be
"Yablonski candles". At the time of this agreement, we gave no thought as to how difficult it might
be to cause the word "Yablonski" to manifest. After all, we were young, and life was long, and
there was time to kill before that day would ever come.

"The only thing was - his appearance! He was in a hoodie - the type that the grim reaper or the
'ghost of Christmas future' wore in Dicken's "A Christmas Carol", except that it was made of old
shirts and pieces of cloth all sewn and taped together!
Not only that, but I couldn't see his face because
he wouldn't let me see it!
He was looking to the left, to the right, down at the floor, etc. so I had no way to see what he
looked like, yet somehow I knew EXACTLY who he was, and we had a warm conversation, much of
which I don't remember. He shook my hand vigorously, and I congratulated him on his new life. "

[iameye]

very yenz

[P(D)enny La(i)ne]

Sorry for your loss, B, but thank you for sharing your journey.

I just went through something very similar with my mother. She passed in the early morning hours of the day after this past Thanksgiving. She'd had cancer on and off for the past 7 years, and it finally moved into her brain in September. The doctors gave her a month, but she lasted more than twice as long. For the last 3 weeks, she was on a morphine drip, and as you indicated, things got pretty loopy from there. She was almost always in a complete haze from that point on, but there were still odd little moments of semi-clarity where it was pretty clear that she was existing on the edge of dimensions.

I have no idea where she is now, and I'm definitely NOT religious, but I AM spiritual, so I know that her soul exists *somewhere*, and so does Letter G's.

Best,

P(D)

[Valis]

great reply pdenny.

looking for the ilike button, still in facebook mode ;D

[Jai Guru Deva]

What a wonderful story about you at Dunkin Donuts! Taking the moment as it comes and letting the world pass you by. I see it as metophor for life like a stop and smell the roses type of thing. It's kind of the play within play. Just a man and his doughnut! ;D

I like jelly doughnuts.

Gosh, I don't know where you going with all that other stuff about your brother, and rabbits, and bells, and candles... Maybe some things are just too deep?


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PS: My condolences on the passing of your brother.

[Valis]

That doughnut reply reminds me of that Simpsons episode where Homer gets back in time in a timemachine and escapes just before he realizes it's raining doughnuts in that timeline.

And B's story was very straightforward, sometimes some of our most beloved members get into Jabberwockyisms that make me feel like I have to read half a library to understand, I like to be as upfront as I can...though that can be hard with this territory.

Love U Jan

[Jai Guru Deva]

I know what he meant. I was just being sarcastic and taking one minor little detail of the whole story and expanding on it to the point of absurdity.

[Valis]

This quote reminds me of the Velveteen Rabbit story

"Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that have influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees it's beauty. Then, and then only, does it come into existence"-Oscar Wilde

And a great Dutch language song on how we are alive as long as we are loved:



"And if I die don't you cry
I'm not really gone you should know
It's just a body that I left behind
I'm only dead when you forget me "

[LOVELYRITA]

I just found your post Letter B and I want to thank you for it. It was inspiring and reminded me of the ones I had lost along life's path.

I was reminded that my dad had died a couple of days after Thanksgiving in 1995. My last memory of him alive was when we visited him in the VA Hospital and he had the biggest grin on his face because they allowed him a piece of pumpkin pie with his dinner. (He was diabetic). It's odd because for months he would tell my sister who to notify when he passed, he put her as executrix of his estate, settled his things with a lawyer, and talked about not getting out when he was in the hospital. He had a sore on the bottom of his foot, so I thought they were tending to that issue, I didn't realize he had a heart condition that is a silent heart issue with diabetics...He was released from the hospital for a bit and he called his brother Harvey, whom he had not been in good stance with, and they had made peace. My dad then went back into the hospital, but he seemed to have a peace about him that I never had seen with him before. He died of a heart attack at the hospital.

It's like he knew his time was short, and when he was released from the hospital for the last time, had called and made peace with his brother.

I like to call it "dying grace" for when a person's time is drawing nigh to depart this world, they have a grace to face that death. It's not easy for those of us who are meant to remain alive to think of dying, in that how would we act when we are facing death, as a long illness draws near to death's door, but we don't have that "grace" now because we are "alive". But when we are in that advanced state and nearing death, there is the ability to face it and pass through. You can read something "Spiritual" in that or not, depending on your particular beliefs, or lack of beliefs...but I do think there is that special thing a person has been given to face wasting away and getting ready to go.

It's interesting that what you didn't realize, was your brother being in his apartment. This reminds me of my friend's mother when she was close to death. She was blinded by a faulty radiation administration and it hit her optic nerve. Anyhow, she was blind, but she was being wheeled into a room and she held her hand up to her eyes as the light was too bright for her to bare....If she's blind, no light would affect her..in the physical...but she was looking into eternal Light...and she shortly passed afterwards. I was not there, but my sister and our friend saw her holding the hand to her blinded eyes...yet too much light for her to see.

When my uncle Buddy was killed in a horrible car wreck in 1969, I remember we were sitting in the quiet funeral home, and nobody was near this glass lampshade, but it burst when we were sitting there. Always thought that it was Buddy...nobody was near that lamp...

Thank you for reminding us that there is an afterlife. I believe that as well. The spirit does not die, though the body deteriorates through illness or age, or killed by a gun, a car or some other cruel form of death...But the spirit lives...

[LOVELYRITA]

Another interesting story to share. This one about my mother. She passed away on March 24th, 1987. She had been a coupon clipper and she got into refunds and getting free things through the mail by sending in labels and such. Before she passed away she had sent away for a little stuffed doll, little house on the prairie type of doll named "Blue Bonnet Sue" which came from, guess what...Blue Bonnet Margarine labels. Well she never had received it while she lived, but on my birthday, May 4th, that same year, I went to the mail and the doll arrived. My dad allowed me to keep it as it was one last gift from my mother.

I just thought it was sweet because it arrived exactly on my birthday....

I just think it's really something to be reminded of such little things, but very important from those who passed before us. This thread has brought some special memories for me. At a time that I needed to be reminded of sweet things in life, and not tragedy, like losing two pet cats and my sister's recent hospital visit.

Sometimes things hit you in the face, sometimes it comes more gracefully. But for me, I'm the hitting in the face type....Better late than never...