As of this writing, my friend Jay Canilao is in coma. He moved into coma after a cardiac arrest. It has been some time that he has told us that he needs a heart transplant, and in this past week, friends have come forward passing the hat to help pay for medical bills. When I think of Jay with his heart condition, I have often said that he loves too much. He was one of the most generous and positive people around, always listening to people to the point where people would suck his energy and yet he continually gave love, attention and advise. Jay is a psychic who picks up information about the person in front of him. He could see auras and UFOs, too, as he would quietly tell me in past conversations. I used to chide him to stop opening himself up too much to people since he used to get so drained. In my opinion, Jay’s weak heart just couldn’t keep on loving anymore.
Every second in the world, someone is going into coma — that in-between stage to the next dimension where one is given a chance to steady awareness and one’s consciousness before moving to higher levels. Every second in the world, someone is dying — moving in transition from the physical reality to an eternal timeless space where the soul soars and is free. But it is in times like this, when a friend, a good person, is in that in-between stage of coma, that one is jolted. Yes, I am jolted out of the madness of rushing around, of suddenly seeming inconsequential goals of living. In the speed of everything happening around, one is forced to stop and reflect. Reflect on the summary of a life of another now fighting for his life, on the summation of my own life at this point where I stand.
The looming shadow of Death will always do this. And it is good. For knowing there is an end to a phase and a transition to another brings one to the point of having to try to create some meaning to the whole process of life. We must find meaning. We must make meaning. And if the things that we do hold no meaning to our continuous definition of our self, then we must question it.
There is the highway of life, the jungle even, where the race for survival, competition, success and the acquisition of worldly gain is the ultimate goal. Many enjoy the race even without the goal! At the center of it all is the ego urging us that all this rushing around is necessary — and if we agree to this thought, then it can be said that we are asleep and unaware.
On the other hand, there is a rushing around marked by urgency where necessary action must be done to help make other lives better. To heal. To express love in action. And so we see fervent environmentalists trying to heal the Earth, of the Mother Teresas of the world trying to move mountains to lift others out of poverty and despair, of healers of the soul, or people who seek the highest goals in their “running around lives.” At the end, it is all about meaning. We must define this for ourselves. We must seek it then embrace it. This definition of our life for the higher causes, values and virtues (peace, love, truth, harmony, justice to name a few) beyond just ourselves brings us closer, always closer to our individual destinies, no matter what we do in life. As we live our life from our Higher Self, we will always make decisions from the elevated plane and from a higher consciousness. This way, meaning comes into our Being.
As I see Jay now fighting for his life, I reflect on how much his life has so much meaning by his constant desire to help others through their pain or confusion. He always but always chooses to be positive and lift others up on waves of positive emotions and thoughts. He created this meaning by being himself — loving, joyful and radiating this to the people he tried to help and touch. And so we friends pray for him allowing our loving energies to comfort and aid him as he fights to live. God knows that the world needs more people, more loving Light-workers like him that listen and give of themselves. In our collective prayers is the fervent desire that he pulls through. Even in coma, he touches us, his friends and loved ones, by making us reflect on the positive force of his person — and that this is something we must likewise emulate.
(Note: Jay Canilao passed away last Oct. 20.)