You Need To Know, We Will Meet Again

An intuitive message of reassurance and love

This reading was prompted in a round about way, by an online story that touched me deeply. It was written by a fellow writer who spoke of losing her voice.

One of her commenters, Mary, also touched my heart when she wrote;

I’m wondering if this loss of being able to express oneself when depression hits leads to ending one’s life. While I will spend the rest of my life wondering why my son left this world this question comes to mind. I’ll never know until I’m gone too.

“Not knowing” and spending a lifetime tinged with grief must hold a heavy weight of sadness.

For me the phrase “When we meet again,” seemed real. I believe one day we will understand and have all the answers. This prompted me to do the following meditative reading. I offer it with the deepest respect.

The reading:

We’ll meet again. I don’t know the time or the place. I know it will be a welcome reunion. How could it ever be otherwise?

Our bond was beautiful from the start. There was nothing that could ever pull us apart. You understood my needs and desires better then myself. You were always my friend. I confided my hope in the future.

I recognize the irony in this better than anyone. At what time did hope slip away, like the sands of time in an hourglass? Gone, never to be recaptured. It’s not possible to turn it upside down and start again but if we could have our time over, perhaps the choices would be different.

I wanted not to cause pain and heartache, grief or despair. And yet overwhelmed by life, it was all I had to give.

There is a tale to be told in existence. A story to be written that we will understand ourselves better. The understanding of the soul is not an obvious outcome to the outpouring of our hearts. It is confusing to the mind to think deeply about the ways of the universe.

Where are we? An insignificant spark amongst a magnificence of stars. Our light but a candle so briefly aflame, it flickers with the tiniest of disturbances so that even the breath of life, which should nurture, ironically snuffs it out.

Time marches onward. The battle rages around us. Worse still, the battle rages within. No one likes to admit defeat and reinforcements come at a cost too great to bear.

In the place we will meet again, there is no pain. There is no confusion or anxiety. We will not grieve that we have hurt another or misunderstood our calling.

We will not delve into the mysteries of life too grand for our comprehension. In the place that we will meet again, there rules love and light, understanding and divine wisdom.

There is no time to waste on regret. Rather we must celebrate living. There are learnings to be had; understandings that make life worthwhile. Love to give in abundance, sympathies of kindness and gratitude.

You may think that my life is gone and my work is done. But I tell you a truth when I say my experience is a solid teacher today, to those who look upon my memory. The work of enlightenment survives and in times of need my memory will uplift every time.

Do not despair if you don’t hear my name spoken out loud by those who loved me. Many of us whisper to each other in the quietness of dawning, in the rainbow beyond the tears, in the hush of a baby who looks like me.

I too am innocent and free.

It is the special time of year for those I love. For those who love me. We reflect from different places around the same tree. I love to be included in the laughter and memories of times we gathered together, played games and saw hope in the future.

It is cheerful to feed the birds who want nothing but to be free.

Until we meet again, hold my hand and protect your heart.

With love. December 2024.