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Thank you for all you have given to us here on earth plane!   Fly freely in Spirit knowing that you are loved and will be missed by many!

Peace, love, light and blessings

“White Eagle”

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A STORY OF REMEMBERING

Remembrance Day has always been a very significant day for me! From the time I was a very young child, this special day was a day of honor, grief, joy and silence.
My father was a World War II Veteran and our Remembrance Day would always start with honoring those who have gone before us who are us by observing Two Minutes of Silence while listening to the radio, or once I was in school, it meant observing this in the classroom or gymnasium with a whole group of giggling students. In my case I always took the observance of Remembrance Day very seriously!
My Father had taught us well.

On this day I would like to share with you the story of my father and what I believe honoring him, and others who have passed is all about for me.
My dad was a very quiet, gentle and peace loving human being. His father was a Minister, who left the ministry to become a fur trader on an Indian Reserve. This is where my father was born and was raised until he was 14 years old. My grandfather had Physical difficulties, and his physical needs required a quieter and easier life because walking was difficult for him. They moved to a small town where he became the postmaster, and my father pulled him back and forth to work in a little wagon. That was my father’s job, and he performed this job well. I always remember the gentleness and caring of my father throughout my entire life, with the exception of Remembrance Days! This was the day that my father went out with some other War Veterans and usually ended up with him arriving home very drunk and spending the night upset and ill. This day always brought back many memories that he had great difficulty coping with.

From a very young age I learned to question what his life must have been like for him. He was on the front lines, he was young, newly married, shipped to a foreign country, given a gun, lived in tents, on foreign soil and was expected to shoot other human beings. This man who pulled his father back and forth to work in a wagon not too many years prior to joining the army, was expected to fight for his country, and kill other people.
This became very clear to me when I was about 8 years old and a new family moved into the house next door to us. My father was very quietly upset and as he talked about how difficult this was for him because the man next door was also a war veteran from the other side and his greatest concern was that he had possibly shot at him while he was fighting for his country. Each time they talked, being the sensitive child I was, I could feel the discomfort radiating from both of them because of where they had been. My father never lived a day of his life without those memories, although he would never talk about them with us. He stated “there are just some things you don’t and will never talk about in your life!” My war experiences are mine, I am not proud of what I had to do, and I will not share them or talk about them with anyone who wasn‘t there! He kept this part of his life private and personal until his death. This is where the story gets very interesting. My mother and father took a holiday to Eastern Canada many years ago to visit family and my mother had always wanted to visit the war memorial! They spent a few days visiting , sightseeing and scheduled a time for the visit that my mother had planned for many years. She believed that this would be a great thing for my father to do now because my father had retired and he would be able to give thanks to all of those he fought with who did not return home. He, on the other hand, believed that it was important to do this for my mother’s sake because she too had gone through the war that created separation and she had birthed and raised a child on her own until he returned. In reality my father did not want to follow through with the plan to visit the war memorial honoring his fallen comrades. The remembering those years of war was just too painful and too much for him to cope with. The morning of the visit to the memorial my father got up, had his morning coffee while sitting in his hotel room in Ottawa preparing for the big day at the War Memorial.

As he sat with my Mother talking about his morning, his memories, and his family, my oldest brother who was born while my father was Fighting in the War, who had come to visit them in Ottawa who had just left to go back to the Maritimes, it all ended!
All of a sudden he fell backwards on his chair and immediately died from a massive heart attack! He made a strong impact on me through his death!
This gentle, peace loving and kind man died instantly, the day he was to visit the War Memorial in the Journey’s End Hotel in Ottawa, Canada. His actions spoke louder than his words on this day!
His last request was to be buried in his army jacket, so his ashes were wrapped in the jacket and as he was laid to rest the importance of World Peace was indelibly imprinted in my mind!
In memory of all of those who have passed fighting for us all in the name of freedom, even when it is totally against their personal values and beliefs!

Peace, love, light and blessings to us all today and I still look forward to the day when war will no longer be a part of our wonderful earth!

“White Eagle”

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Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys passed away today. He was a dedicated activist to the freedom of Tibet movement and believed that the smallest actions could make the biggest changes.Here’s a great quote from him that we want to share.
By: ONE

Shared by “Soul2Soul Treasures”

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Introduction:

This poem was written by Rain Creaser before her passing.  It is a poem about honouring our journey through life,  being human and finding our purpose on earth.  Thank you Rain for being  in my life physically and in spirit in all ways for always!

Peace, love, light and blessings as you journey forward!

“White Eagle”

EMBOLDEN MESSENGERS

 

A gathering of souls

Appearing from diverse journeys and learnings

Each infused with memory cells of the wisdom that is the creator

Individually carry a diametric piece to the ultimate puzzle

The intrinsic worth of the human spirit rouses and cajoles them

Forward

To relay words, thoughts and feelings of inspiration and

Knowledge

That is timeless and multi dimensional

None stand in complete perfection but are perfection in their intent

To deliver an annotation to their brothers and sisters

That promotes hope and awakenings

To revive the human spirit and allow us all to soar once again

To let go of the suffocating technology and arrogance

To release the suffering and poor self  image

And honour the glory of who we are

In order to celebrate the gratification of simply

BEING HUMAN


      Rain

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Rory Gray

In our lifetime it is wonderful how we meet the people that we need to meet who will help us to grow and become the real human beings that we are from the inside out.

Rory was one of my greatest teachers.  He came into my life because he believed that he needed my help, however, in my eyes he came into this world to help me.

Rory had been in a car accident 10 years prior to me meeting him and this accident left him totally paralyzed from the neck down.  I have always known how difficult it was to live life fully paralyzed, but never stopped to really understand what it would be like to not be able to look after any of my own physical needs, to not be able to feel or move my limbs, physically play with my children, feed myself, and interact physically and emotionally with other people.   Although he was paralyzed, he lived his life in constant physical pain and had to rely on medication to stabilize the pain that never went away.  Jokingly he stated that he was one of the few lucky quadraplegics that could still feel pain “constantly”.  In a very short period of time, Rory taught me much about how to compensate in life for the inability to do these things and how to live in pain with a smile on your face.

I was called into his life to assist him to sort through some depression and help him to recognize who he is and what he wants in life.

He in return taught me that we all have limitations and that we sure need to live our lives fully no matter how fragile or handicapped we are mentally, physically, emotionally or spiritually.  No matter how tough his life was for him, he reached out and touched anyone who came in contact with him, not with his hands, but with his heart.  He taught me what unconditional caring was all about when the last contact on earth that I had with him was through his computer, which he loved, and I was to meet him for an appointment!  He let me know that he had contracted a very bad case of influenza that was running rampant through the nursing home he was in and in his words he stated “That if he were in my shoes, he wouldn’t come around there for a million dollars”!  Rory and I had shared some of our limitations with one another, and one of my greatest limitations physically, is through my health difficulties living my life with a jeopardized immune system.  Thank you Rory for taking care of me so selflessly.

Rory spoke openly of his life, those who he loved and those who loved him, life, death, goals, frustrations and living in a world of challenge, not only for him, but for all he encountered on his journey through life!  He was excited about others accomplishments and downplayed his own accomplishments out of caring, compassion and understanding of other people.

Rory knew that he was ready to leave this earth but was certainly making the best of it while he was here.  In the last message that I received from him he stated that he was still sick, on oxygen, didn’t want to go to the hospital, and that he needed my help!

Life at times throws us curve balls!   I had understood that his need for help was to be here on earth plane, however, because many that I know  are psychics and healers who are able to help others to find their way when they leave this wonderful earth of ours, I was able to help Rory to return to the other side, so that he may return with wings and help all of us here to complete our lives with the care, compassion and love that he displayed with others in his life.

Fly freely now Rory, you have your wings, limbs and special gifts to assist us all here on earth plane.

Thank you for being all that you are and have been Mentally, Physically, Emotionally and Spiritually, so that we can all become more balanced in our lives!

“I” thank you for your messages to me!

Peace, love, light and blessings to you my friend as you journey forward on this day of your funeral here on earth plane!

“White Eagle” (Lois)

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IN MEMORY OF RORY

Rory GrayShared by “Denise and White Eagle”

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