In Honor of a Beloved Son, Brother and Husband We are created, we are connected to our Mother, born of her flesh and her blood is our life force. Her body is our gift to our own life and we separate at birth and find our first painful drawn breath. lt is an unknown thing that takes place, yet we cannot stop it, we know not what to expect this mystery of life and its inception or demise. That passage is not an easy exchange, it brings two souls close to the fringe of death and mother and child pass through that birthing, twined together, then they are on their own, yet united in Love and father beams. At that moment of opening our eyes, we see brilliance, we see clear light and we hear- everything. There are people there, waiting for our coming, it is a cold snap out of the warmth of Mothe/s womb, but that painful jerk once first air drawn, everything settles into a new familiar. This is what it must be like to die and go to Heaven. All that unseen love waiting for our entrance, but we must again pass through a portal of hurt. Fear not your death, embrace the freedom in love and celebrate, live boldly, without reservations and build your soul for its entrance on the Crossing. Patrick surely knows something we only imagine and fear not to discuss. I imagine his spirit stands strong here on this day and every night and assures this very day patiently standing by in a dimension of understanding we cannot fathom in our Human frame. Life is the entrance to our final moments; it is the signature of a divine allocation of our spirit. When we breathe out our drawn need of oxygen we are using the language of Sacred Trust, it is Holy, that ha or breath is the issuance of our life force in motion. What we do in every given moment matters, even our thoughts and ways. When we separate from our body we gift our final ha and it is finished. lt is a beautiful thing to witness, this death. lt is the gift of life come full circle and we celebrate that Crossing. Patrick is not here to speak for himself; those of us gathered today are doing it for him, in remembrance, perhaps projections of things that are not of his own, but ours, so we can grasp the exchange of lost or perhaps to distance ourselves from the uncomfortableness of it all, which is a sad story of grief we observe every day. Grief is the measure of how we loved; it is our passion, our desire and our empathy for those we care for most. We are here to honor Patricks life and his death and to lift up that which he appeared to know intuitively, that he was destined to be a Warrior. He worked hard for this and he lived that life and he died in the embrace of that brave place we assign for those who defend our way of life here in this Country. He died a hero. He died a son, a brother and a husband, a friend and a Brother within a Brotherhood. How fitting it is a bridge bearing his namesake. To travel from one side safely over obstacles and others and living things, to keep the flow of humanity moving, to come to the other side: The Crossing. Do not forget your Ha and the bridge you are building in your life to come to the other side. Patrick does not have the sorrows we embrace, he is free of our human fear and filled in the Heavenly Fathe/s Kingdom, he is a servant of soul; listen, take a moment to notice the symbols, the spiders weaving, the butterflies transforming, the nuances of intuitive thought, the colors that seem to burn one shade brighter, the smells of memories, allthose symbols are the language of soul telling you PatriclCs story and how he lived every breath with full measure, he is near. How we too, need to live life fulltill we come to the other side of the Crossing. Peace.* Love and Rockets, Shawn Alladio Phoenix Patriot Foundation
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 02:16:48 +0000
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