Dear Katie and Family,
I would like to share with you my journey through freedom.
After returning home from The School for The Work in October 07, I was driving on Interstate 95 at 6 a.m. going to work. The morning light was beginning to appear.To the left , a tractor-trailer, behind me a tractor-trailer--no problem, I drive the interstate daily. Suddenly , coming up along side of me was another tractor- trailer , speeding and out of control.
The driver overcorrected trying to get back in the lane in front of me, and the tractor-trailer jack-knifed and flipped over. Sliding on it's side on the asphalt, thick , black smoke emerged.
The sound from the metal scraping the asphalt was so consuming and loud, that it was silent. There was nothing but complete darkness.
Then it began- bright,white sparks appearing everywhere, shooting out in every direction-dancing and performing the most beautiful and welcoming light show.For me. It swiftly and graciously surrounded me as I kept driving, unable to see anything else.Life? Crossing over into death? It couldn't be any better than this. I'm going. Silence. Everything stopped.
The thick black smoke dissolved into the morning sky. I walked across the road (there was no reason to run), and came upon a man standing in the median.
I asked "Is the driver dead? Is he in there?" "No," replied the man, "I'm just fine, mam." I impulsively touched his arm with both hands. I felt warmth. I touched him again, and went on to work.
As I told my story, puzzled eyes connected with mine, trying to understand my excitement, gratitude, and freedom.
Death? No fear, none. No fear? Peace,freedom.
I noticed that there was no flash of my children, my family,my world. There was no white tunnel.
There was only living in that very moment, loving the reality, every second of it.
That evening as I was cleaning the barn, a very dear friend said, "I was late for work this morning. There was a big wreck on I-95. Held up traffic for two hours. They say two people died."
"Yes, I said, I know about that."
What a journey, Imagine that.
Thank You Katie--With love, Joanne
Comments (7)
no 'one' died because no 'one' is alive except for the 'one' who is but two for all eternity which is right now... now...now...now.. and now.
Posted by John the BAptist | March 13, 2008 3:16 PM
Posted on March 13, 2008 15:16
Do we know absolutly for sure what Joanna meant by "YES, I know about that"?
I "suspect" that Joanna said : "THEY SAY" two people dye -
she knows that "THEY SAY" - how about that?
A 12 hours novice to the work, learning it on YOUTUBE, I experienced a marvelous reality when I felt down and landed on my tail bone against the concrete path.. the pain brought me exactly to the present moment. As the scream of pain rushed though me I saw the perfection of that moment as laughter had to wait for her turn. I felt down to my butt :) exacctly where I should be.
Did hurt less? No, but I did not engage on the "poor me auchie" story that the world helped to learn... I sure receive a precious teaching: Sit until you can walk, walk when you can get up. The birds carried on singing, the clouds did not cry, the sky magnificent blue.. how else could I have loved that moment?
braving on with an open heart, effortless until the dream visits again... It is a choice, and yes, it does take some work:)
serenity and acceptance,
Datch :)
Posted by Datch | February 20, 2008 7:46 PM
Posted on February 20, 2008 19:46
Joanne,
In the first post you say:
That evening as I was cleaning the barn, a very dear friend said, "I was late for work this morning. There was a big wreck on I-95. Held up traffic for two hours. They say two people died."
"Yes, I said, I know about that."
Then in your other post you say:
there were no
deaths. Not of mind, not of body.
So what *is* the story?
The one thing I like about The Work is that is it is simple and straightforward. Your poetic ramblings sound like spiritual gobbledygook with you as the heroine.
Scaramouche
Posted by Scaramouche | February 2, 2008 11:37 AM
Posted on February 2, 2008 11:37
Dear Susan,
On the morning of the realization that
life and death are equal, there were no
deaths. Not of mind, not of body. There
was no death to compare to life. Life is
and life is, life or death.
The questionable? I know minds doing their jobs, believing a purposeful
erroneous assumption. A newborn 'story'
coming full circle, believers attaching
as it travels. There are no mistakes.
We meet. How wonderful is that!:)
Love,jb
Dear Katie,
Thank-you for sharing your gift of TW so generously. After sitting with this,
this is the only answer I find to Susans
question, "Did two people die or not?"
The clarity of The Work is so amazing
to me that sometimes I stop and ask
"Am I sailing, or did I completely miss the boat?"
With Love, Joanne
Posted by Joanne Brackett | January 30, 2008 4:14 PM
Posted on January 30, 2008 16:14
A captivating story. It sounds amazing. But what are you saying? The only two people mentioned in the story are you and the man in the median. Then 'two people died'. Are you saying that you and the other man died?
Anyway, 'The Work' is bringing about amazing positive change within me and I am extremely grateful.
Posted by ruskin | January 29, 2008 10:16 AM
Posted on January 29, 2008 10:16
I am not sure what you are saying, in your story, did two people die or not
Posted by susan | January 28, 2008 2:42 PM
Posted on January 28, 2008 14:42
Excellent realization---what an AHA! If we could all put our fears to bed so clearly and quickly....devine world--devine story.
Thank you sooo much for sharing it!
Posted by betty | January 24, 2008 5:44 PM
Posted on January 24, 2008 17:44