I think magic is real.
More real than your table.
The chair. Your coffee too.
Miracles are real too.
Science proves it.
Religion talks about it.
Sometimes loss takes away our belief in miracles.
It tells us that the only real things are the things we can see.
Everything else must not exist.
Since it cannot be seen.
I still think magic is real even though it doesn’t look like a table or chair.
Or house. Or trees.
I also think we don’t die.
That life is a miracle and that is born from consciousness. Universe. God.
But how would that help you when you are all alone at night?
When you lost someone you loved from this life?
How would that help you?
You may ask, if miracles are real how come they don’t take my pain away?
And that is a fair question.
I have asked it myself.
If miracles were real maybe they could bring our people back.
Cure the sick.
Stop accidents from happening.
Bring peace and end wars.
But here is what I learned in the process of writing my next book.
Miracles are as real as you are.
And we will believe in them more and more.
We will start to believe in cures. Spontaneous remissions.
Self healing. Synchronicity. Eternity even.
And when we do believe, that what is seen is not all there is we would bring forth a different physical reality.
One that allows for a life that is bigger than tables, chairs and houses.
Bigger than loving each other only when we are inside our physical body.
Today I am asking you to believe in miracles as much as you believe in your dining room table being real.
I know that’s a lot to ask.
I know that the dining room table looks more real than the energy that is around it.
Than healing powers.
Than souls with no physical bodies.
Than other dimensions. Than the universe.
In my humble opinion, when we go through something tragic we can never look at life the way we used to. Like, never. Ever.
So let’s try something together, right here.
Just for a moment stop reading this letter and look around you.
As you do that, look at the space between the wall across from you and you.
Did you know that the empty space between you and the wall is not empty?
That the invisible part of our reality is as real as you and I?
Don’t let anyone tell you that life is all that you see.
Life is so much more than that.
All the miracles live in the unseen and in the seeing of it.
And one more thing.
Just because we can’t see the people we lost, it doesn’t mean that they are not there. (Click to Tweet!)
With seeing everything,
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‘The Life we live, is the lesson we teach’
my friend Jim Kwik mentioned in one of his writings.
I read it just before I was going to sit down and write to you.
And it hit me.
The life I live. Is the lesson I teach.
Thank you Jim, for putting it so simply.
As it allowed me to come clean with myself.
And you might be wondering, what does this have to do with loss? Everything.
I am doing another reentry for myself. This one will be the hardest.
Living life true to my feelings at all cost is not easy. It is one of the hardest things I will ever have to do. But I owe it to all the people who have died. To the people who wished they were still here. (Click to Tweet!)
I owe it to Bjarne. My first husband.
To my firstborn who never made it.
To my grandparents.
To personal friends who died young.
And I know, you owe it to your people too. The people you lost.
This next reentry to life will be brutally honest.
The first thing I do is ask myself this one question.
What lie do I tell myself every day?
I lie about how happy I am.
I lie about that a lot.
I am calling myself out this year.
Stopping the lies about the everyday things.
The lies about what I love to do.
Who I really am.
The lies about the foods I eat.
The things I say.
The way I think.
The people I like. And those I don’t.
How I want to be loved. Seen.
And the biggest lie of all is that there will always be a tomorrow.
As you and I know, tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Now is your turn.
What is your truth and what lie have you been telling yourself instead?
With a lot of truth,
P.S. Next Life Reentry class starts in the end of the month. Register early here.
One thing is for sure. It will be a six week journey towards the most true life reentry ever. For myself. And for the hundreds of people who are joining. No more lies after loss.