When someone dies, their physical presence leaves what we
know as planet earth. To us they have ‘died’ yet actually their spiritual
presence has not gone anywhere.
Nothing is ever missing.
Grief kicks in when we have infatuations about certain
traits they have and now because we can no longer experience the buzz they gave
us, we actually suffer a withdrawal symptom, very much like that of a cocaine
addict or an alcoholic.
As much as I know about grief, I was deeply saddened this
last month to learn that Dr Wayne Dyer had passed.
I found myself suffering grief, I cried nearly every night
this last week, choosing to watch some of his work – ‘The Shift’ on youtube –
he actually talks about his awareness in the ‘afternoon’ of life in which
spiritually he was becoming more aware of God’s presence, he had even told
people that he was not afraid of dying and was prepared for the next part of
the journey.
Wayne had suffered from leukemia and was happy to report
that ‘John of God’ had indeed cured him and he was in remission. Reports from
close family and friends say that he actually died of a heart attack.
Whatever took him, I feel took him too soon. He was only 75
and had several worthy years left in which he could spread his knowledge and
love. I was deeply saddened and even now I want to cry a tear because I love this
man.
In 2012 I was fortunate to be on the Holland America cruise
line touring the Fijian islands along with about 500 other Hay House fans. The
trip was a most magical experience, one of the most special experiences I have
ever had. There was so much love on board and amongst us was – Reid Tracy,
Cheryl Richardson, and Serena Dyer was with her father Dr Wayne Dyer.
I will never forget the afternoon that Wayne shared some of
his life stories, how he was an orphan, how he grew up, how he traced his
father to his father’s headstone, how he felt, how he forgave his father.
We cried with him as he told us that he knew the father he
had always longed for and wanted recognition from, had listed his name on the tombstone.
He played some of his favourite music and the room filled
with his warmth and love, he sat there in his flat cap, smiling and looking at
all of us with love. I sobbed, as I felt his love healing me from all the
terrible things I had ever experienced – he was lifting me.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore, we were all one, in a room,
in the middle of the ocean bathing in love. How incredible and how wonderfully
blessed to be experiencing this.
I cry now, in grief no less. Yet I know that grief is a sign
of infatuation and as true to the Demartini method as it can be, there were
many on the cruise ship who were infatuated with Dr Wayne Dyer. On our travels
we learn that in direct balance to our ‘love boat’, there was big resentments on
another leader or rather Captain regarding the capsizing of the Costa Concordia
in the Italian waters.
Dr Wayne Dyer has dedicated his life to helping others heal
from life’s challenges, he has written numerous books which guide people
through the labyrinth of the spiritual world and how what we think and tell ourselves
is the world we end up creating.
If you have not heard of him, then I strongly recommend that
you begin to read some of his books now. Personally I find them most inspiring
and wonderful reads.
In the meantime I shall explore my grief and balance out the
perceptions that I something is missing, because in reality nothing is missing.
Check out the photo offered by Serena Dyer on the day the family spread Wayne’s
ashes in the sea in Maui. If you look closely you will see Wayne’s face.
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