|"Form is Empty, Empty is Form" Detail (2009)|
Of life's Spring
may we drink deep
and awake to dream
and die to sleep
weave another form
a shining thread
of life reborn
"The Weaver Song" from the Spiral Dance
"The Weaver Song" from the Spiral Dance
I posted this earlier, and then felt a bit too "exposed", so I withdrew it. But I feel that was not really right, and so I'm posting it again, and offer again my gratitude to the people who so kindly offered comments at the time.
In early 2009 I did a series of works dedicated to my brother I called "Prayers for the Dying". I've been wanting to write about my brother again, and don't really know how to do it. I wish I could give him, and others like him, a voice.
Maybe the reason to write about this story is to demonstrate how very important it is to re-examine our understanding of death. All the research and interest in NDE's (near death experiences), mediums, Michael Newton's "Life Between Life" work, even TV shows like "Ghost Hunters" contribute to changing attitudes to what death is, and hence, to what life is as well.
In 2008, Glenn had a brain stem stroke, and since then has as been in a persistent vegetative state, which means that he is fed by tubes, breathes by tubes, and cannot respond to others in any recognizable way. His doctors have told me that there was no brain activity, and no hope of recovery. Glenn did not have a living will. Because my mother has traditional ideas about "god's will", I can't remove life support. The only other surviving member of my family is a brother who agrees with my mother. Glenn lingers in a vegetative state, and I am unable legally to assist my brother to pass. I know I step into an ethical hornet's nest when I say this.
One of the ways I've dealt with this has been assisting a number of charities that work with children in Glenn's name, something he would appreciate.
The last decade of Glenn's life, he became depressed, and isolated. He was a gun collector, and after his stroke, I took half of his collection and sold them, donating the money to a charity for children as a way of transforming the negative energy that the guns represent. The rest, at my other brother's insistence, were locked in a closet, and he kept the key (the house is retained for his and my mother's use).
This past spring they weren't in town, and I did an "energy cleansing" with my friend and while "sageing" I noticed that the closet door was cracked open. I'd never seen it open before, since my other brother was adamant that I "leave Glenn's things alone". I looked inside, saw some guns and other memorabilia. I did not remove anything, and shut the door, which locked and I can't, of course, open it again.
In retrospect, think that closet opened because Glenn wanted me to take the contents and turn them into charity, as I did before. I wish I had. My friend noticed the phenomenon as well.
|"The Heart Sutra" (2009)|
One of the most striking was last winter. I was alone in the house, reading, when suddenly I heard a bell, kind of like a Tibetan brass bell, right beside my ear! I was so startled I got up and walked around, trying to find out where the bell was, but no luck. Within an hour of that strange occurrence, a friend called, inviting me to go to a talk given by a local energy healer. Which is how I met Kate, who works as a medium here in Tucson.
I arranged for a meeting, and we met in a quiet cafe, where Kate informed me that Glenn was with us (!) - and then told me things about him that seemed accurate. She said that Glenn, and others like him, are often out of the body, and she encouraged me to go talk to him at his bedside, and tell him he can let go. Last summer I went away for a while, and when I returned I saw Kate again. She told me Glenn had "crossed over". I don't know what that means, as he remains physically in a vegetative state. But I remember the bell - and the encounter with the medium certainly gave me comfort.
Meanwhile, I pray to Tara, Goddess of Compassion, for my brother, Glenn, and I'm going to sponsor another child for him. I know he would be pleased.
|"Transformation Reliquary" (2009)|