But I Raise My Glass

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Today, April 14, 2018 marks the 19th anniversary of the death of Anthony Newley. As I write this, friends and fans of Tony gather in London to lift a glass celebrating his life. He was a truly unique talent – creator of musicals both for the West End and Broadway, songwriter, singer, actor, director and mime. He inspired so many young performers and writers. He inspires me.

Even with all my work and study with the dying and now the dead, I feel certain that consciousness survives death, I miss him. He died too young, robbing his family of a loving father, his friends of “someone who made you feel like the most important person in the world,” and his fans of so many more magical stories and songs he would have created. We all die with unrealized potential. He died with universes left to unfold.

The soul that was Tony Newley continues but we are no longer be able to “Look at that Face.”[1] See his hands sing. Hear that unique voice and wicked laugh. Feel the embrace his friends describe as “engulfing, the biggest bear hug in the world.” Those are gone forever.

But not Tony. Not the spirit who endured an early life of despair and privation, not only endured but then soared to the very heights of the entertainment world. And back down again. That complex and charismatic spirit discovered nineteen years ago that what we call death needs redefining. It is not annihilation as those trapped in materialism argue. It is transcendence to a different frequency, a different dimension no less real than this one, for the “real world is really unreal.”[2]

It is okay that we miss the dead but we should never dismiss them. Nor should we bind them with intense sorrow. For someone we love, it is the least we can do. So today, I raise my glass from this side of the pond, joining those who celebrate his life. And then…I continue to build the bridge where we shall meet and share and create…together. Tony built a mountain. [3] I’ll build a bridge.

[1] Song from “The Roar of the Greasepaint, The Smell of the Crowd”

[2] From the song “This Dream” from “The Roar of the Greasepaint, The Smell of the Crowd”

[3] “Gonna Build a Mountain” from the musical “Stop the World, I Want to Get Off”

From the other side death appears as the light-filled beginning of experience of the Spirit

As I continue work on my book, I will send along thoughts about death and our connection to the so-called dead. So, in that spirit…

Imagine how life on earth might change should this truth be fully embraced? What choices would we make? What fears would drop away? And taken a step further…what might we accomplish by extending our hands to those of the so-called dead? It’s time to find out.

The great Rudolf Steiner Quotes Site

From this side of life, death appears to be a dissolution, something in face of which the human being has a ready fear and dread. From the other side, death appears as the light-filled beginning of experience of the Spirit, as that which spreads a sun-radiance over the whole of the subsequent life between death and a new birth; as that which most of all warms the soul through with joy in the life between death and a new birth. The moment of death is something that is looked back upon with a deep sense of blessing. Described in earthly terms: the moment of death, viewed from the other side, is the most joyful, the most enrapturing point in the life between death and a new birth.

Source: Rudolf Steiner – GA 161 – The Problem of Death I– Dornach, February 5, 1915

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Happy “Birthday!”

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I wanted to take a moment to honor my first husband “R” on his fourth birthday into the Otherworld, the Super-sensible world as Rudolf Steiner would say. From our perspective, it may be considered a sad day but I truly try to see it has a miraculous one. A day when we know for a certainty that our consciousness is immortal, the “we” never die. Whatever good work comes from the Community of Spirits, it is inspired by “R.”  On Dec. 27th, 2014, it is my belief that “R” reconnected me to his son and the next day introduced me to his widow. Through the many conversations we had, I felt him pushing me from my work with the dying to working with the dead. Happy Birthday “R.” Know you are missed. Know you are loved.

Beloved R

 

To R

It is three years ago today that you died to this world but was born into the supersensible realms. The first 18 months of your crossing the threshold were not real to me. I pushed the thought of your death away, pretending it didn’t happen. Then during the last two days of my second Saturn return, December 30-31st, 2014, there you were. Perhaps you’d been trying to reach me all the while but it wasn’t until then, when you brought out the big guns, I could no longer ignore what was happening…and what you were asking of me.

It takes those of us here on the physical plane (I will not say left behind for that does you a great disservice) a long time to get past the suffering of grief and embrace the celebration of your return to the angelic realms…but truly I do celebrate with you today. Slowly I continue to understand how our destiny works together, how everything had to happen the way it did, for this most important work we do together to begin. Do I not sometimes wish things could have been different? Yes…I do. But Rudolf Steiner urges us to accept and fulfill our destiny with as much grace as possible. So to the best of my ability, I do.

You and I have much work to accomplish before I too cross the threshold. With your support and the guidance from our guardian angels, guides and teachers in the higher realms, we will forge ahead…not truly sure where all this will lead…but knowing that no matter what…this is the work we were meant to do…you and I.

So today…I will read to you to help you orient to your new surroundings better and better. I will send you beautiful colors and charged thoughts of love as nourishment for your soul. And I will know…that death does not separate us…that you are closer to me now than ever you were in the flesh…and understand so much better now why, for each of us to do what we were meant to do, we had to “part” in the physical. So with you there and me here (which again is a mistatement as we occupy the same space) …we forge the bridge we agreed to build before we ever incarnated in this life. Truly this life is a mystery!

Happy Birthday R. You are very much loved.