Tonight’s eulogy was as I expected. Prior to our arrival, I noticed there were sylphs hovering in the skies above the hills, which were covered with the greenest grasses and dotted with sheep and horses as the intersection to Decoto Road.
We saw a horse rider on a reddish horse located inside a white fence in the distance. Both were looking together at the setting sun, which was to our general eight o’clock direction at that time. There were farm hands working to unload hay from a truck in our two o’clock direction.
The service was already in the middle of the same ‘Prayer for the Dead’ mantras when the four of us walked into the Mission Chapel of ‘The Chapel of the Chimes’ in Hayward, CA. around 06:30PM. Brat had to use the bathroom. Both of us walked quickly through the back portion of the chapel and through the mini-lunchroom straight ahead.
There was this senora with long curly black hair that didn’t seem friendly due to the many Filipinos milling around the food section. I was hungry and eyed the vegetable wraps and other carbohydrate goodies displayed on the tables as my stomach rumbled in frustration.
The speeches were given by relatives, friends and this little old lady with very white hair. All the speeches gave a little background of how the deceased was related to the bio-unit and how he came to affect their lives that he touched the most. During the eulogy, my concentration was somewhat affected due to my head and ears were stuffy since 02:00PM this afternoon and as I currently blog.
I liked all the speeches, especially by the same priest that gave me the softest peace be with you handshake and serene gazes last Friday night around 08:20PM after the last rite prayers at the hospital. He kept his face in my general direction, which I thought was not at all unusual since I am quite beautiful (I believe).
His words were simple and spoken softly throughout the eulogy. I’ve come to believe his presence tonight is yet another significant confirmation of my many teachers that have been placed in my current lifetime. His eulogy was the longest and most profound that I was transfixed at his every word. I’ve nodded in affirmation each time he reflected my inner guidance.
He did mention that the living struggle everyday with the negative aspects of worrying, fear and, of all things, mushroom clouds that may result from war; that the fixations on money, gold, houses and cars mean completely nothing; and that the relationships created among each other are of utmost importance.
The priest allowed the audience to think how each is to be remembered when our time comes. I was, of course, thinking that we will end up as fertilizer. I wondered if he knew what I was thinking. (There were people hiding to the far right of the chapel and I wonder if they saw me. By the way, I was wearing a black sweater with red trimming, gray pants and my fake white pearl barrette. Hi!)
He twice emphasized passages from the ‘Babel’ regarding the theme of ‘to know Him, there is no death.’ In my opinion, this is a simple truth and do not know any other conclusive evidence to share in this blog. I was thinking of living by his example, which means to become a pariah of some sort.
Soon we found ourselves closing our eyes as instructed by the priest, who provided words of comfort and relaxation through breathing. He said to relax our whole being from the top of our heads, necks, stomachs, feet and especially our eyeballs. I knew this was a meditative technique of a guru.
The priest in his final message during the relaxation said, ‘I love you.’ This statement was contagious and said this twice to an aunt (in-law) sitting to my left. I’ve been saying this more frequently every other day, whenever I felt like and with gusto. I am not afraid of making myself a fool by saying this out loud because this is the truth.
Tonight was not another day in the month of April. Tonight was my expectation of people to awaken to the simple truth of living together in harmony. I know communication done in public, such as by the priest tonight, is not coincidence but a gift that exist to the few who hear His messages.
My message tonight goes out, not only to a particular flowering Petal of April, but to everyone as ‘I love you.’
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