Friday, December 30, 2011

The Blessing of Ben Breedlove

There is no surprise that his name was Ben Breedlove.

I sit here in front of this imac, with tears pouring down my face, because I am consumed by the strength and the love of Spirit who gave the world a boy named Ben who was intuitive enough to share us his life and death, a boy so beautiful, so loved by his family and born to a  family called the BREEDLOVE’S for goodness sake!

I was just  introduced to him like many of you, through the news. How he had had a serious heart condition all his life, but over the last week his story and life have been the subject of hope and amazement as he recorded on YouTube his...well, his own eulogy days before he actually passed.

I am moved by the treasures of life but often numbed by my own stupid thoughts of self loathing. Disappointment that things don’t always smell like roses, that my love life has not worked out the way I fantasized, or that no matter what creams I buy or how much I exercise, I still don’t look like Cindy Crawford. The pitiful sad wounded parts of me that sometimes get activated and put me on a pity-party spiral. But today Ben changed that for me, I hope forever.

Most of you know that death is part of my job. You know through the many stories I have shared that the dead give me so many details for their loved ones so many feelings, memories and thoughts that  in my job I am graced to be able to do this for others.

You also know that there is more than skepticism about this subject. The life after death question, not to mention the judgment (understandably so) of those of  who might be accused of being ambulance chasers, taking advantage of grief and charging money to remove the curse of the grief that consumes us.

But Ben overcame all of that for me today.  

No, I am not saying that Ben came to me, as the dead often do, and wants me to track down his family to give them messages... no today BEN and HIS FAMILY have messages for me, for us and we can either feel them or not.

  I do find it very interesting that when I wanted and needed sleep, I was wakened with a blast of cold that irritated me so much that no matter how I moved the covers I could not get myself comfortable. So I  bitched, told that cat I didn’t want to get up, pulled myself out and in my mid-morning-stupor, turned to the web stories of CNN …. Doomed teen Ben Breedlove shares life after death experiences on YouTube. 

I have to do my job, I have to listen, I have to be ready and able to either give messages from loved ones, or I am blessed with having prophetic information that means nothing to me, but does or will to someone else.

We will all some day feel doomed by death, but not Ben. Ben and those he touched
 are blessed.

Thank you Ben and your loving family and Spirit, who share you with the world.

 There are so many links to this story.... just find him. Or he will find you!,,20557271,00.html


John LeFrancois said...

We each have a "breedlove" story inside of us, one that may not be able to be easily told. Wanting... no... NEEDING to share it is not something for us to be concerned about as self-pity. Our healing comes from sharing and being understood.

Perhaps our lesson from this is that if we truly listened to the depth of anyone's story, we would laugh and cry and love along with them. The message is for us not to wait to share that personal story, but to find someone who not only listens but deeply understands.

Marla Frees said...

Once again John, your observations are astute, skillful as a hawk can see the tiny field mouse. You clap before the mouse is lunch.The blind who mistake the curb is too high and you offer them an arm before they fall, the bird that yearns to sing but just for the time being you enjoy the.. warbles.

It is my feeling that there are more that I can even imagine that can understand the story, it is my great sadness that they will not allow themselves to share.

It is my moments of naked truth that might feel ugly or unfortunate when self-pity is expressed. The truth is our world is run by it. If my little squeek of my insecurities gives someone else the room to say," I feel like that too" then my story is felt,shared,merged and then with great gusto, moved though as I must,as I do and as I grow.

I will continue to do that full voiced, and with as much truth and compassion that I can find...of course that depends on the day.
thank you so much , once again for your reflection.

Dennis Mennerich said...

So sad ... but so joyous too. It is always hard to understand why the young and good among us die too early. I feel it is part of their mission or goal for this lifetime. Back when Tom and I were at Bob's lab, I remember Ian Stevenson and Raymond Moody who wrote many books on near death experiences. Youngsters these days don't read books like that. They live in the internet, blogosphere and The Matrix. The worldwide attention Ben is drawing to the subject of NDE will come to this generation's attention. Just think of all those who will learn of it through Kid Cudi, many of whom are probably not the book reading type. Ben will affect many in their various own ways. I find it interesting that this story touched you so. It seems that you are going through quite a few changes lately. Thanks for sharing.

Marla Frees said...

Yes Dennis .... of all people to be a part of this young mans life and death ..a rapper! oh my GOD Kid Cudi and his fans must be flipping out at this! I love love the veil that has slipped a bit for us to see and another generation will now be even more curious.
At least I hope.
Oh and yea "change" is well..... just how I roll now. More to come.

Tychored said...

Its like Carl Jung said to his patients, "So you're in the soup too?" Marla, I feel your pain and I am so glad that God and the council had you come down here to give us hope. You inspire me and others. You know it can be so hard down here, but we have each other and that is one of our greatest gifts.

Thank you- Dave

Laurence said...

The hardest part Marla, is knowing the truth of your heart...

I get scared, I am troubled, and still do not know why Iam here.

But, I am here and so are you and we share, learn, maybe even get back to Joy.

Be well


Eliay said...

I'm still so sad about it. RIP BEN ♥