What do we leave, when we leave? Inspired by Stephens Story

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Recently I stumbled over a Tweet saying: It would take 1 second to retweet this. #stephensstory an inspiration to the whole world
I took a look at the Twitter site and saw the photo of a young man lying in a hospital bed. When I read the text next to the pictures it was obviously clear that this man is facing the end of his physical life. What kept me glued were his positive and peaceful words. Although he would have loved to have more time and accomplish all of the plans and dreams he still had, he seemed in peace with what is. He even found comforting and cherishing words for his relatives and friends. And the picture as well showed a person with both thumbs up knowing what might happen but thankful for what has been.

The loss of a dear person that never harmed another hurts the most. We ask: Why him? Why such a loving, peaceful soul. How did he deserve to die so young? We don’t know anybody’s plan for this lifetime. Mostly we don’t even know ours. But in the end, it is not about understanding death. It is more about what this person left for us – or more significant – what he left within us. Some people don’t come to build skyscrapers, to write books or to get popular singers. Some people simply come to sow love. They are here for a certain mission. Sometimes they even come for one certain person to show something important, or to be the tool to make someone find his own purpose. Their death sometimes is not only the last but the most profound gift they can leave us.

In grieving we find out what a person really meant to us – regardless of all the daily struggles. We come to the essence of the relationship with our mom, dad, sibling, friend, spouse,… Whatever shows up tells something about what has been lying for us in this one certain relationship with that passed person.

A person as peaceful as Stephen appears to me makes me feel totally calm and one with what is. Only reading those few lines on Twitter lets me feel his deep alignment with his soul’s plan. Nothing in this physical world lasts forever. The only things that last eternally are the things we give from soul to soul. And therefore we need the world of perishing. In losing we win. In breaking down we rise up. In giving a way we get a room. In not understanding our brain we will realize higher contexts. In dying we are born to eternal life (Saint Francis). To whatever or to whoever we have to say goodbye for this lifetime only gives us the necessary room for storing their gifts.

A soul you love is never lost. As long as the loving memory is burning in your heart, this soul is constantly connected to you. We are spiritual beings not depending on time or space. And since what we really are is spirit (temporary in a human body) we can never be disconnected from anyone. The only thing that changes is energy’s form.

God bless you Stephen for sharing your story with the world!

In Love and Light

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The purpose of my blog is to inspire and shine a light on the beauty and power of the wonderful being inside your body. You came into this world to share what only you can give. Remember who you really are, conquer the world the way you always wanted to, and become the blessing to us all that you were meant to be.

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