Air Tran 728

02/27/2009

I arrived at the Dayton Airport at 5:15 this morning.  The exuberance of people at that hour of the day is a little more subdued then it is in the later hours of the morning and during the day.  Most people looked, ironically, and acted as if they just got out of bed.  In fact, most of them looked as if they were still in bed.  You could have heard a pin drop, it was so quiet.  Even the babies and small children were in a near catatonic state.  I cannot say my own level of excitement was at a high point, but I did choose a flight with a 7AM departure time.  I choose the flight, so I get to accept the consequences of my choice, which means I am sorry now I didn’t take a later one.

The aircraft is flying at a level where there was a layer of very gray, rolling clouds below us and another layer of the same hanging above us.  The space in between these layers has a satisfying blue hue to it.  It seems as if the plane is standing still and the clouds are speeding by us, almost like we are suspended, the center of it all.  Air Tran has XM Radio system and I am plugged into it and listening to Spa 73, and some very good New Age music.  The combination of the surreal music and the surreal landscape out my window has me very relaxed and on a kind of high.  This is generally the feeling I get when I feel closest to God.  It comes as light-headedness and a feeling of euphoria, and I love it.

As I sit here thinking of how good I feel my mind shifted to something I learned of yesterday.  It was of the death of a grandchild of one of my co-workers and the thought of it haunts me this morning, still.  I find myself near tears for a family I don’t really know and a child I probably would have never met.  I feel their loss as if it was my own, and my thoughts will be with this family and a sincere hope they will be at peace soon.

I know this is a repeat of something I have said before, but I will repeat it just the same.  I believe no one dies until their purpose for being here is complete.  The idea of what purpose a small child or infant might have befuddles me, but I am certain this child had one and it was complete.  I believe we all are nothing more than an individuation of the One Soul, the Soul of God, and at death our spirit and soul are reunited with the Soul of God.  And that, my friends, I think is just about as good as it gets.

I will have a great and wonderful day today.  It will be the best day ever.  For I know the spirit and soul of one small child is exactly were it should be.

And that is all I have to say about that…