I am lighting sandalwood incense this morning. It very soothing and calm. I am grateful for it. It is good to meditate this morning. I hope you are all enjoying this cool autumn day and are well in all aspects of your being.
This year even though it is seventh month i cannot feel any ghosts, only light. In my earlier years i could feel a haunted atmosphere and ghosts coming and going and portals to the underworld. All that has closed now.
According to heavenly law i cannot light incense or make offerings to the dead. This year i had completely forgotten it was seventh month till i walked in the park, on the way back i noticed some offerings and it jolted my memory. I can light incense to meditate though. It is strange to feel this much in the light now. The invisible barriers are there. What i am allowed to do and what i am not. I sit here thinking of dead relatives, wishing them well and being at peace. Its the least i can do.
Seventh month is the month is Singapore where people remember the dead and give offerings. It is said that on the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open and the ghosts are free to return and roam the earth. Also known as Zhong Yuan Jie 中元节.
This drawing is dedicated to my neighbour that sadly decided to leave this world at a young age.
I paste my artwork on the wall outside my house But you are not here to share it with me, when you walk down the corridor. Its the seventh month, but i can’t feel any ghosts, only light. I almost died But you actually died In all my years rooftopping i never fell. If it is a matter of luck, we could trade places. Maybe if my artwork had been on the wall sooner, we might have talked and said hello. I don’t understand, in my life i met so many people to help, But i didn’t know you. The Gods gave us different paths, even though we live on the same floor. Standing above a city of lights, I have landed. You have landed as well. Hopefully somewhere better. I will pray for you. This drawing is for us. You’re dead I’m alive. We can look at the lights of the city together From the floor we live on.
One of my favourite drawings, the feeling came across so nicely. It is an incomplete drawing, but i stopped drawing it the minute i saw the face of Death. The artwork is myself and Death looking at souls in the underworld. It is like an old memory of this incarnation of Death looked like. I didnt touch it anymore because i was worried if i coloured in any of the drawing the sharpness of his features and expression and mine would be lost. It is appropriately a winter drawing. A time for cultivation.
How to write this, how to sing this, i don’t even know. The buddhists say life is suffering. Coming through the tunnel of darkness into light is one endless struggle after endless struggle.
Enjoy your time in the underworld and earth. These joys are finite. But nothing prepares you for what happens next when you stumble into the light. The spiritual responsibilities gifted to you by heaven are heavy enough to crush any soul.
What leads to the light is the torture of living and sustaining yourself forever. When the doors to the underworld close to you except by exception because your energy is no longer compatible, you are forced to accept your fate of endless existence.
In this life and the next. Nothing prepares you for the torture of endless existence when your life is over. Thats why its important to enjoy life. Start now. Enjoy your tea, your game of chess.
The endless light flooding your mind that does not go away. Where you walk, there is always light. You can’t even enjoy the darkness like before. Ghosts scatter away from your path when you want to say hello. It makes you sad. All your friends in the underworld miss you because you cannot go back. In dreams buy their food and clothes in the marketplace. Even if it is a fleeting dream if you are lucky.
Its coming for you as it came for me. The light. I wish you peace in your endless existence that is coming your way. That you have the strength, presence of mind, perserverence and calm to let the tides wash over you for eternity. Since only God can bless you, may God bless you abundantly and forge the path ahead for us. From a former soul who enjoyed the grey mists and the places in the underworld.
Dark shadows rising, Dark shadows falling As we pass through winter The light heats through the dark Of heavenly pain All beings experience the weather And it changes The leaves on the tree Some seeds begin to flower And birds fly away Never to be seen across The eastern sky again.