Announcing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans, I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you. Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before. Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends. Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge. Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it. Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars. In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet. Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. Although no longer here on this Earth, his spirit lives on in an eternal dimension, existing outside of time and space, and he is very much at peace. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early! Blessings, Admin Carolyn
Never choose to have a life style of others (Note: It brings you the problems because it's others) Never feel that others having better than yours Never make your self low Ever have an inspiration but Never copy others Never make others dream follow Never judge everyone fast Ever make your own tears....
At this point whoever reading this is clear to his/her ideologies and vision towards what unknown is awaiting for them to behold.
*That sound like a generic literature stuff. I sometimes never understand how things like above pop-up in my head. They sound so classy.*
I am here to mention a simple question... "Why are you reading this ?" It is really difficult to put forward something appealing to read and interesting to conclude while providing yourself a result of the write-up you began to pen.
*Writer to writer talk*
Sometimes (most of the times) things don't make sense, to yourself at all. But is it that necessary something to have a plausible meaning for it to be viable to co-exist with the norms and regulations we all agree (and disagree at certain points) ?
But we are not always obedient towards the establishments that surrounds us all the time, otherwise we would have never discovered the term called truth.
Of course I did not mention "lie", no one wants that to be discovered. Even then we go along with truth which are not absolute but since it is being accepted by the majority and you also being a part of it, you don't dig too much deep into the truth, do you ?
Worse is for the minority who have plagued their faith from acknowledging facts and continuing their own journey to find anything that would at some point before they break completely ensures the different path didn't lead to a dead end.
Positivity is something that gets exhausted really fast. This phenomenon happens even worse when you yourself put together all the right pieces of against the foundation of your well-being, that is a fact for the lie we breathe.
How many times the phrase; “Who am I to judge anyway ?” has come across your mind ? (Question mark within question mark) You should use that phrase when you are judging yourself sometimes (my advice.. do that all the time).
Meaningful and Priceless or Insignificant and Worthless… in my perspective both options don’t have much of a difference.
Two options are only separated by fate which grants a glimpse of that fortune staying with you even when you think you are broke or emotionally broken.
That’s the ultimate achievement you will ever have in your life. No matter how gloriously you share it or shamingly try to hide it, you will smile or cry everytime remembering about it.
Next problem would be, with whom you can associate the unique consequences afterwards. You know with whom. . . ? The answer is everyone. The way you won’t understand about someone else’s journey, in the same way they won’t about you either.
Theoretically and practically everyone understands about it in the same unexplainable method.
You might be wondering, Where is this journey leading everyone? (I have an idea.) There is no destiny though, only you (us) becoming a bridge that connects material nothingness and mortal abundance.
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Thank You @smily_aina for the pictures. Something to begin and end with.
I cannot find another person’s voice, I cannot find another understandable life, I cannot find a reason to not look around, I cannot find the way that leads to my home.
I cannot think of what I will be doing, I cannot think of how long I’ve been here, I cannot think of enough about endless trees, I cannot think of when to stop moving.
I am here surrounded by nature’s mystery, I am here separated from the civilization, I am here looking close at anything new, I am here finding myself talking with me.
I hear a noise now rattling the silence around, I see a dragonfly making the sun hide behind, I was found by the people who I made worried. I am looking at the green from above, that introduced me to a voice which now keeps whispering.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I wasn’t going to leave a child in the middle of the forest.
We are strong. You, me and everyone around us. We don’t need particularly any kind of help if we know what is required to be done. Each one of us is the best craftsperson of our own destiny. Never to be competing against anyone but ourselves. Victory over the circumstances that we bring onto ourselves not by mistakes but decisions makes us feel as if we are worthy to be acknowledged by ourselves.
Only thing that we are left open as a vulnerability is our luck. It could help us achieve our dreams or betray us enough to devour ourselves with excuses.
Defeats are never someone’s fault. It is an outcome that we perceive to be a hit against the foundations of our confidence. It hurts when occurs and sinks us to the depths of doubts that could blur the goal we had challenged ourselves
That is when I find my meaning to happen once in a while. Just to assure that defeat doesn’t alter the person but molds them to adapt better. And, there is always someone to close enough to ease the weight of reasons for which we wish to live this gift called life.