“A precious point of conscious, blissful, light energy, the soul…
This is you
Imagine a tiny point located where thoughts come from.
That point thinks, remembers and decides.
This point is you.
The point where every emotion is born…
This is you.
A spiritual being interacting through the body…
This is you.”    —  Brahma Kumaris

This is the you that allows your loved ones to identify you after you die and begin your journey in Heaven. It is why the Apostles were able to recognize Jesus when he appeared to them in his resurrection  body. It is the home of your soul – it is your soul!

Marriage make two souls one; as Pat’s poem, “The world is Round,” says:

“…we two are one:

Our story will be endless,

like the journey of the sun.”

Our marriage – our one soul in two bodies –  grew ever stronger as our love got further into our earthly journey.  As Pat’s “12th Anniversary Poem” said we grew evermore intertwined…

“yet beneath the grass and stone

intertwined their roots have grown’

so intimately webbed together,

neither one can tell his own.

So with us: which flatly proves

futility of arguments

On which is which, and whose is whose.”

When we are told to “know thyself”  or “”gnothi seauton” we are being told to know and commune with our Soul. Plato equated gnothi seauton with wisdom itself. Pat certainly knew herself and me intimately. We are taught, and I believe, the body is God’s house; in knowing yourself you know God. For Pat, one journey is over and another has begun. She is with Christ in Heaven and with me here on earth. So I am touching Christ through her.

What does it mean to be truly in love? In a nutshell, our quiet, sharing love was a spiritual union of souls: two individuals united before God but still separate, different individuals.  It is still two individuals united as one but now Pat  is truly with God preparing a place for me in Heaven. Pat has a celestial body  in Heaven; I have not yet left my earthly body.  Already I can,  through a glass dimly, see what Pat is seeing in Heaven but only what she allows me to see. Love is giving each other the freedom to do their own thing and giving them time alone to know themselves. She is doing that now from heaven and I am trying not to call upon her for her comfort and peace, too much in my sorrow.