11*14*10
Today, sadness exists. But in my heart, it does not persist.
I cry because waves of profound love are washing over me.
And I am overflowing.
Our family's angelic army continues to grow, and has just become infinitely more powerful, now that our Patriarch has taken his place at the head of the Spirit Brigade. Overriding sadness, is great JOY - for Papa's precious soul, as it transcends the burdens of the physical plane, and enters the redemptive fields of Heavenly Freedom.
I feel it is because I am made of the same material as Papa...Because I am an extension of such a spiritually advanced human being as my Grandfather, Leo Arthur Brumm...that I am able to face this day. And not merely survive it; but revel in the beauty of it all. I don't mean I revel in the loss of Papa, because the notion that Papa is "no longer with us" is simply wrong. He is here in rich concentration, permeating the oxygen we are breathing. Papa is, and will always be, the Magic in the air.
I always described Papa as The Real Gandalf. His wizardry was in his gentleness; his compassion for all people, all animals, all beings. Papa was a spiritual alchemist, who not only could see the gifts hidden in painful situations, (like the loss of loved ones), but could wield that power (of Darkness itself), transforming it into the brightest of guiding lights. Papa was a healer, divine love his medicinal formula. He was a spiritual master, divine love his sole teaching.
I cry because waves of profound love are washing over me.
And I am overflowing.
Our family's angelic army continues to grow, and has just become infinitely more powerful, now that our Patriarch has taken his place at the head of the Spirit Brigade. Overriding sadness, is great JOY - for Papa's precious soul, as it transcends the burdens of the physical plane, and enters the redemptive fields of Heavenly Freedom.
I feel it is because I am made of the same material as Papa...Because I am an extension of such a spiritually advanced human being as my Grandfather, Leo Arthur Brumm...that I am able to face this day. And not merely survive it; but revel in the beauty of it all. I don't mean I revel in the loss of Papa, because the notion that Papa is "no longer with us" is simply wrong. He is here in rich concentration, permeating the oxygen we are breathing. Papa is, and will always be, the Magic in the air.
I always described Papa as The Real Gandalf. His wizardry was in his gentleness; his compassion for all people, all animals, all beings. Papa was a spiritual alchemist, who not only could see the gifts hidden in painful situations, (like the loss of loved ones), but could wield that power (of Darkness itself), transforming it into the brightest of guiding lights. Papa was a healer, divine love his medicinal formula. He was a spiritual master, divine love his sole teaching.
Because I have been blessed my whole life to learn from Papa, and in the honor of his legacy of greatness, I stand resolute in my promise to reach deeply inward, and manifest the Christ-like potential Papa taught me I am destined to become.
