SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW by The Cosmic Messenger
Life's temporal odyssey is full of conundrums but perhaps the most perplexing question remains unanswered until we draw our last breath. At this moment, the uncertainity of death's meaning is inevitability resolved for earthborn residents and the actuality of whether we're sojourners destined for immortality someplace else or our existence terminates forever is clarified. The clash between materialistic explainations fostered by the laws of science and theological suppositions offering hope of an eternal reward are finally reconciled.Recently the sudden death of a pet cat caused me to contemplate our tellurian purpose, my actions towards the animal and if the time we coexisted together had a spiritual implication for both of us. Misty's loss was like the death of an extended family member. The 14 year bond we shared ended abruptly when she died violently one morning several weeks ago from an attack by a stray pitt bull in the carport of my home.
Upon discovering her lifeless form I began to experience all the stages of emotional grief an individual associates with the demise of a loved one. As I worked through the pain, my response to the incident was to seek consolation from several of my closest friends by emailing them an account of what happened. Feeling helpless and vulnerable, this was my attempt to regain control of an incident I was in angry denial about. I sensed their forthcoming responses might heal me of the remorse I was experiencing.
The replies were immediate, typically sympathetic as anticipated and spanned the globe. All had domesticated friends themselves. Both my Mom and sister advised finding a replacement animal to fill the listless void of emptiness I was living through. A couple in Rio de Janeiro who've followed my web column in earnest for several years suggested I come visit them to experience firsthand the warm ocean breezes enveloping their beach front home which they felt would exquisitely wipe away my sadness. They had previously asked me to consider the same idea last year after watching global broadcasts describing hurricane Katrina's devastation. Margaux, a correspondent from France and her mate proposed breeding their canine for me which they had lovingly raised from a puppy and were adamant its offspring would provide years of gentle companionship.
However, it wasn't until listening to an unexpected message on my answering machine that I was at last able to make peace with myself and achieve a tranquil perspective about the tragedy.The incoming communication was from a friend presently experiencing a high level of personal tension herself but made time to briefly remind me of the reason Misty had come into my life. Although I didn't save her exact words their substance will remain with me always and I doubt she'd object to me sharing my recollection of what was said.
Over the years, my friendship with this woman had crossed over from platonic acquaintance to intimate lover and back again but throughout our association we've always provided each other with a type of cerebral sustenance stabilizing our prevailing anxieties whether derived from a political or personal crisis. Being a single mother raising a young son had caused her to share many of her personal frustrations with me for which I offered the best advice I could.
Recognizing my psychological distress over this misfortune she disarmed my anger by asking me to recall that an ICU nurse had given Misty to me while recovering from a medical emergency earlier in my life. The health care provider believed pets have auspicious therapeutic qualities and by caring for them teach humans to supersede their own pain while transcending selfish desires. What my friend really succeeded in doing though was to refresh my memory of the nurse's humanistic concept of life and utilitarian kinship we share with the animals of the planet while residing here.
Although humanism and utilitarianism are philosophical doctrines the dogmatic views each imparts doesn't separate them drastically from the principle teachings of the major western and eastern theologies. Both disciplines acknowledge life's intent represents a form of symbolism offering earth's denizens (animals and humans) guidance to achieve full self realization during their time here. The distinction between the two concepts is philosophy uses logical reasoning to explain the laws of the universe while religion follows moral absolutes. For example, the central precept of scrupulous belief is our actions will be judged by a higher causal agent (God or the Cosmic Spirit ... pick one based on the type of operant conditioning you were exposed to) for the decisions we make during our lifespan. In comparison, utilitarianism advises the choices we make must aspire to achieving the most happiness for the greatest number. Despite the fact humanists reject religion their prevailing concern is similar to utilitarian ideals which is to promote a quality standard of welfare for all. Each of the systems impose values by which our life stories are evaluated at demise. Despite the different approaches, all of these theories agree life has a useful function and the lessons mastered here determine whether our entities become a positive or negative energy force in the universe once our earthly existence comes to an end.
Personally, I believe the bond that existed between Misty and myself exemplifies a combination of the dictates prescribed by these codes and was intended to test both of our benevolent capacities through our behavior towards one another. From the animal I learned tolerance, diligence, commitment and responsibility. In my role as mentor, I was able to tame her natural wild instincts by caring for her necessities and earning her trust of humans in the process.
Misty's ability to sense love was confirmed by her confidence in me and proof her death wasn't nonsensical. Despite being an animal I feel her spirit lives on, absorbed by the universe as a constructive energy source to offset the adverse influences competing for dominance across the cosmos. My gift to her was to provide a favorable influence to assist her as she travels the space beyond Earth's rainbow.
What will happen to my soul when I die ? Like everyone else I can only speculate but the respect I bestowed on my cat probably improved my chances of a propitious outcome. By exposing it to a kind, caring environment during her life and assimilating the virtues the animal returned to me, we both fulfilled any expectations the Cosmic Spirit might have for us. Since the cat's death, I've moved on from the seeds sown during our time in each other's company to the corporeal and spiritual development of a parakeet. Perhaps the lessons I learned from Misty though will germinate and take root within my psyche to produce another affirmative outcome with this new pet. Nevertheless, the phone message left by my friend still rings true. Being a Mom and a multiple pet owner she already knew what I've discerned from this experience myself.
The time we spend together on earth, whether in the company of other humans or animals affects the natural order of things in the macrocosm. The number of positive experiences we interject collectively into the system before dying will determine its fate and our own.
Her brief words of consolation set me free of any lingering doubts I had about the incident and helped me to focus on the good evolving from it. Thank you for your encouragement. "Happy Mother's Day" to you and all the women who subscribe to my Column.
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