ethereal

Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.

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A lightness of seeing occurred today while walking outside in the sunshine.

Perhaps its the effect of the Proton Therapy radiation beams building in the tissues of my body.

Or perhaps it was just Divine timing to allow an experience (imagining?) of something out of the ordinary.

Something within me knows I’ve always had an affinity to recognize other portals of consciousness.

Being away from home and living in a hotel for a month opens the senses to new sights and sounds … then adding to the equation daily radiation treatment for a tumor engulfed in my brachial plexus nerves, serving as a constant reminder of the vulnerability of this flesh and bone bodysuit.

Taking a pre-sunset walk outdoors, I felt beckoned to take a route down an unknown pathway. A sidewalk leading downhill along a road I had once known a few decades ago. I worked there – Stryker – a huge international corporate entity – makers of robotic medical devices.

God, how I hated that job.

It was a time of being in-between careers when I got kind of lost and ended up as a temp admin for a Stryker team working on the Oracle countdown (the company-wide data transfer to a new IT system – Oracle). Each morning sitting in the parking lot pre-workday I’d recite a prayer from Psalms, always ending with Please grant me the strength and grace to make it through another day at Stryker. It was a cold building – mentally and physically- robotic in nature – and I sensed it oozing through the cold slabs of the concrete walls.

And yet this evening’s walk took me down the pathway to the same Stryker building, but this time the view was from a surreal, perfectly manicured landscaped pathway. Every tree perfectly placed along shrub-lined islands blooming with spring color.

Is this the place I despised so much? It looked like paradise.

Memories flashed …. the myriad of feelings resurfaced in my psyche.

I walked … and remembered … and mentally revisited.

And on the way back up the winding pathway through paradise, I had a revelation of sorts.

Could this be Spirit’s way of showing me what the ethereal Life is like?

A Life Review from an other-worldly place that feels like paradise?

The feeling sense literally stopped me in my tracks.

Am I really here?

Or am I seeing this from an ethereal Life Review?

I began walking again focusing on the peripheral neuropathy in my feet and allowing myself to feel the way the earth touched my sneakered feet.

I began to see another serendipity. My daily visits to east Harlem for treatment. Another life review. This is the place I worked in my thirties. Now I’m seeing the same Harlem neighborhood through my 61-year-old eyes. The place I grew to know as a young vibrant woman viewed through the eyes of a middle-aged cancer patient.

Back in the physical now, the ethereal moment becomes a memory.

But it served a knowing I will carry through on this journey.

This earthly dimension is so misunderstood, mysterious, miraculous. Everything we’ve been taught is most likely false. This body-suit is simply a belief; at any moment – woooosh – it’s gone. But its Ethereal Source is Eternal.