Souls come together for a purpose

I am reproducing here an e-mail exchange with Chris, one of my young readers. If you remember, I wrote an article answering Chris’ e-mail, entitled Soul-itude talk last April 4, about how one can try to communicate with a person in coma. After that article was written, Chris e-mailed me that the girl woke up with no memory.

Chris: Thank you for your truly inspiring article last April 4. The girl I told you about would surely be happy and I think I owe it to you to introduce her a bit. The first time I saw her, I knew that she is the girl I have always wanted, the same girl I might be waiting my whole life for.

She likes looking at the sunset. She said her life was like the sunset. That didn’t make any sense really, but strangely enough, I began to appreciate the sunset because of her. We talked about being able to walk barefoot at some beach together, waiting for the sun to go down. We would find a big rock to sit on and watch the sunset together. Just us watching the sun’s warm rays cutting through the gray afternoon skies, while turning the still waters into an orange hue. The cool breeze would brush her hair and I would watch her and think how lovely she was. I didn’t want to look at her smile too long as it would melt my heart. I wanted time to stop for just that moment. We reveled at the sound of wind and waves, the horizon and the sunset.

She once told me of a recurring dream ever since she was little; dreams of her climbing up atop the church, her dainty little feet happily taking step, one at a time, until the last step would bring her into the bell tower. Looking so pretty in her pink dress, she would ring the bell and look at the boy below – the boy she would marry. He had no face. She would dream of him and every time, she said, it would always be the same dream – the church, her and the boy with no face.

I was so happy until the day came that she had to leave for US to have a bone transplant. She had cancer. My heart sank. We both cried. If leaving would cure her, I would rather miss her for just a couple of months than missing her forever. She went there, had the operation and went into coma for one week. I patiently waited for her to wake up, thinking happy thoughts and sending them to her. After a week, she finally woke up. I can’t forget how happy I was. It was a Sunday and I remembered the Gospel for that day. Jesus brought a man to life. It wasn’t just Lazarus He woke up that day, He also woke up my girl.

Since then, my winters turned to springs. Her smile made the birds sing, and my life was in full color again. I said to myself if this were a dream, I’d make myself sleep for an eternity. But last night I woke up, she passed away. The cancer was too strong for her. During that painful ordeal, she could not breathe. She could not speak, with the exception of just one word, my name. The pain is so deep that I couldn’t get myself to cry. It is a thorn thrust so deep in my heart.

Now I understood why her life was like the sunset. The day was about to end. So, too, her life. And the best thing she taught me is to stop thinking about tomorrow, let it worry about itself, and for now, enjoy the moment. That is what we did. We enjoyed it until her last breath.

Now it’s winter again for me. And, oh, remember her dream? The church tower, and the boy, the last time she dreamt of it the boy finally had a face. It was mine.

Jeannie: There is a blessing in your meeting, Chris, despite how beautiful yet bittersweet it has been. There was a purpose that you both had to meet in this lifetime, even just for a short time. Remember the movie Titanic, where the boy meets the girl for merely two days and changes her heart and life forever? That meeting was for a purpose – the girl grew up a strong woman, unafraid of breaking her boundaries, unafraid of tradition and went for her individuality.

Souls come together for a purpose. Even if it is for so brief a time. In the great expanse of God’s plan, all is perfect. There is an esoteric belief that before souls come into body, there is an agreement made regarding karmic connections while in a physical body. That one soul will jumpstart the learning of another, or how one soul can hurt you deeply so you can grow in wisdom. Or touch you to the core that you can only but blink in disbelief in the depth of your emotions. Love can lift you beyond yourself. It can also make you dive deep inside. While you shared a love that is colored by the "what-if’s", the "how-it-could-have-been", the unfulfilled yearnings that it now speaks of, know that what you had, no matter how short, was precious. Yes, your girl was right – stay in the moment, for this is the only reality we have. Not the past, where regrets abound, or the future where fears take flight, but here in the present moment. Now in this present where you feel very deeply, you will get closer to the truth of what and who you are.

You have acquired the wisdom of the heart, and in that wisdom, the stirrings of a soul connected to a great timeless space where all we love will forever be with us. And there, God is. Let her stay then in your memory to inspire you, and when the years of your maturity take over, and you will find it in your heart to love another, then you know that there will now be a depth of emotion which this girl has taught, brought forth from you.

Stay with your pain for it has precious lessons for the soul. You will heal, as time is always gracious in the cycle of change. Be light, Chris!

Chris: Thanks a lot. You have always been a source of inspiration for me. You are the unseen voice of wisdom for me. As of now, I still can’t believe she’s gone. But I appreciate your advice. You are the only one who said, "Stay in your pain," when all of them are saying to move on. And yes, the pain is like the fire that cleanses me. I’ll write again and I know that we wrote each other not by accident, but by fate. Again, thanks.