🖤🕯️💀🍂🌙🍂💀🕯️🖤🕯️💀🍂🌙🍂💀🕯️ Today is a day set apart to honor the dead. To honor our ancestors. Our ancestors are not just our flesh and blood family that have come before us. Our ancestors include the plants, the trees, the soil, the rocks, the mountains, the rivers, the lakes, the sky, the sun the moon, the stars, the animals and every person who has come before us without which we would not be alive today. Our blood heritage is only one piece of that. And most of our blood ancestors are dead. I do not believe that death is the end. The Dead Continue. I believe Death is a Change. A big Change. I do not think that the dead just disappear. They're dead, not disappeared. Death is a paradox through which we are meant to learn that we cannot die. A statement that made clear and undeniable sense to me after my Shannon died. When someone extremely dear to you dies, you cannot comprehend it. It does not make any sense. It feels so completely absurd. Because it is absurd. I feel her everywhere. She's not gone at the same time that she is. Absurd. I have to reign myself in. I could talk all day long about Death. Its so important, wyld, beautiful, fierce, terrifying. . . mysterious. . . We give the dead their due by thinking about them, writing about them, speaking about them, praying for them, praying with them, dedicating our actions to them. In this way, the mundane becomes sacred. We clean up, it is for them. We cook dinner, we think about them and invite them to join. We set out their photos and reflect on them, perhaps light a candle in honor of the eternal flames of their spirits. The veil between the world of the living and the dead is not thin right now. The veil is always thin. That is the nature of a veil. Some say on nights like these, the veil completely lifts and there is no separation. I say, the veil doesnt exist. Its our sight that is blurry. Some people, in some places, at some times, our sight sharpens and we feel the truth of this down to our bones. 💀🍂🌙🍂💀 The dead do not haunt me. They are me. They live on through me. As do your dead. 🖤🕯️💀🍂🌙🍂💀🕯️🖤🕯️💀🍂🌙🍂💀🕯️ All Hail The Beloved Dead
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