Wings of Light

I had a lovely surprise just shortly after my local Sports and Community Centre reopened. Fluttering in the Spring sunshine were some pretty silver cut-outs of birds in flight. And beside them an inspiring notice which reads:

'Birds remind us of the multitude both living and dead who accompany us through our lives. Birds are everywhere; in the sky, gathered in trees, in parks and on the street. They are part of the everyday.

Birds can fly long distances, but also play a part in what makes each place and our communities unique. This year we can make the birds a unique symbol to help us remember all those who lost their lives in the covid pandemic.'

The physical loss of our loved ones is a very sad fact of life. Whether our lives are long or short, every one of us will die one day.

Obviously the Covid pandemic has made many people even more aware of the fragility of our earthly life, and the inevitability of death at some time...sooner or later...and the pain of physical loss. Fortunately I do not know personally anyone who has died from Covid during this time, but death, especially, when it is unexpected, and loved ones cannot be close at the time, is really hard to bear, and I am sure we have all been praying that the bereaved will be comforted - and some comfort can come in wonderful ways - the birth of a new baby in the family, the love of a pet, the beauty of spring time...

I am fortunate to have grown up with White Eagle's teaching, and the knowledge of reincarnation, and continuing contact with those whom we have loved in this and former lives. He helps us understand that when the moment of death comes, we are cared for in a very beautiful way, and lifted 'as on wings of light' by an angelic helper into the beautiful sunlit heaven world.

In 'White Eagle's Little Book of Comfort for the Bereaved' he tells us:

'The angel of death is present at every passing, no matter how it happens. That soul is caught up by the angel and is gently borne into the spirit. Usually the soul is in the form of a babe. The passing from the physical state to the next state is exactly the same as birth into the physical life; the soul appears to become like a little babe. The little form is built up above the physical body and is enfolded in the love of the angel of death. It is wrapped in the loving robe of the angel and borne away into its new state of life where other angels wait to minister to it and gradually awaken it to a state of awareness of its new life.'

You can also find support in White Eagle's book: 'A Guide for Living with Death and Dying'.