Every time I send out a message on the online mailing list, some of you unsubscribe. It's what it is, and it's fine. AND: it is also like a little death -- as human beings we want to be loved, and people turning away from us feels like we're dying a little, we're losing that connection. We lose the energy that was palpably alive when the connection was made, and that nourishes the heart at this human level.
We suffer and we die many deaths at this level: every time we struggle with feeling out of control in whatever way this presents itself -- illness, loss, conflict, failure, embarrassment, shame -- something in us dies. When we're willing to die consciously, all the little deaths that happen daily, we find out what doesn't die. We find what hasn't been touched by any of these experiences: the radiance of who we ARE. The Light, the Love, the Life that we are doesn't die in any of this. It's always been there, before we were born, and will be there after the human form has died.
This is the meaning of Easter for me. Jesus the man died, but Christ consciousness was never born and never died. It simply IS.
With love and gratitude,
PS: Image credit: Serge Bertasius Photography, on freedigitalphotos.net.