Basque Seeker
Jedi
I'm not sure if this is the right place for this post, I apologize if it isn't, please let me know if I should delete it and post it in another place.
Earlier this week I was in the middle of a short mindfulness type of meditation (one that I tried before with no strange experience) to calm the mind and suddenly a strange scene popped up in my mind.
There was a woman, standing alone near the sea, there were high clouds in the sky, with the sun shining softly through those with colors that were giving to the picture that aspect of an afternoon that is starting to get a little closer to sunset.
I understood that the woman was there mourning her child who passed away, what felt like, several months ago.
I knew that because, somehow, in that vision, I was that woman.
I somehow knew that this was not a past life, even the clothes of the woman were pretty contemporary. And still, somehow I felt I was that woman (although I am a man in real life).
Apparently on her mourning process she went to some therapy and she was standing there because she wanted to scream to the sky, to the universe, at really top max volume and full force what she felt for her lost child.
Then she started to shout with tremendous volume, will and power using the name of my actual son (!!!), saying in Spanish (my mother tongue) "[his name] ERES LO QUE MÁS QUIERO EN EL MUNDOOOO!!!!!"
("[his name] YOU ARE THE THING THAT I LOVE THE MOST IN THE WORLD!!!!!)
And then I started to really feel ALL the pain, the anger, the helplessness, the sorrow of that mother, who was truly feeling that something was literally cut and taken away from her very own being.
These incredibly tough and horribly sad feelings lasted for several minutes that I spent crying in pain until I could put myself back together minutes later but still feeling incredibly bad.
It was so hard, and it felt so weird to hear and feel that with the name of my son... and it REALLY felt like I lost him.
Horrible, it was truly horrible.
At the end of this meditation kind of a conclusion came to my mind, that I preferred to experience this through this type of 'empathetic vision' than go through that myself in the flesh, having to face that situation for the rest of my life.
I just wanted to share it with you since it was quite a tough experience although of course nothing compared to what the actual tragedy of living through that terrible situation would be like.
I guess I am just scared, like any parent can be about the safety of their children, I don't know.
Big hugs to everyone.
Earlier this week I was in the middle of a short mindfulness type of meditation (one that I tried before with no strange experience) to calm the mind and suddenly a strange scene popped up in my mind.
There was a woman, standing alone near the sea, there were high clouds in the sky, with the sun shining softly through those with colors that were giving to the picture that aspect of an afternoon that is starting to get a little closer to sunset.
I understood that the woman was there mourning her child who passed away, what felt like, several months ago.
I knew that because, somehow, in that vision, I was that woman.
I somehow knew that this was not a past life, even the clothes of the woman were pretty contemporary. And still, somehow I felt I was that woman (although I am a man in real life).
Apparently on her mourning process she went to some therapy and she was standing there because she wanted to scream to the sky, to the universe, at really top max volume and full force what she felt for her lost child.
Then she started to shout with tremendous volume, will and power using the name of my actual son (!!!), saying in Spanish (my mother tongue) "[his name] ERES LO QUE MÁS QUIERO EN EL MUNDOOOO!!!!!"
("[his name] YOU ARE THE THING THAT I LOVE THE MOST IN THE WORLD!!!!!)
And then I started to really feel ALL the pain, the anger, the helplessness, the sorrow of that mother, who was truly feeling that something was literally cut and taken away from her very own being.
These incredibly tough and horribly sad feelings lasted for several minutes that I spent crying in pain until I could put myself back together minutes later but still feeling incredibly bad.
It was so hard, and it felt so weird to hear and feel that with the name of my son... and it REALLY felt like I lost him.
Horrible, it was truly horrible.
At the end of this meditation kind of a conclusion came to my mind, that I preferred to experience this through this type of 'empathetic vision' than go through that myself in the flesh, having to face that situation for the rest of my life.
I just wanted to share it with you since it was quite a tough experience although of course nothing compared to what the actual tragedy of living through that terrible situation would be like.
I guess I am just scared, like any parent can be about the safety of their children, I don't know.
Big hugs to everyone.