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We can be so attached to our things. We re-invent ourselves from the constant ownership of physical objects. Cars are one such object. Here in the United States it is common for a person to become extremely engrossed in the ownership and maintenance of an automobile.
We paint them and stroke them lovingly with true emotion and polish them to a shine with adoration. We show them and express gender potentials by racing them or buying those that are few in number to be seen as rarities. Exulting in the ownership as we parade them or hide them away from others to be enjoyed privately.
Today I was at the wrecking yard. As I looked around I could see the discarnate souls standing or sitting in and or around the vehicles in which they had died. Silent sentinels of a love turned into a prison as they withstand the short time waiting for the toll of the wrecking box as their beloved car is smashed and then carted off to me melted down. Another love from their life killed by those who no longer can or care to communicate. A lonely ownership that ends abruptly.
I do not know what becomes of them after that. Perhaps it is the releasement that they can at last achieve as their cherished vehicle is at first crashed killing them, and then picked over by other souls who do not see or communicate or validate their existence. Merely ripping and tearing their beloved object apart, for parts, before the final destruction.
All for the best as far as I can see. Better yet to stay away from attachment to these kinds of external objects that we may be off and away upon our next expression. Kundalini teaches us to distance ourselves from such attachments.
They know that I saw them and felt them.
I have been considering a "pillar of light" in this automotive grave yard that those who remain attached beyond the end of their life can perhaps see another opportunity. I will be returning there for more "parts" soon. - blessings all - chrism
Kundalini teaches us to distance ourselves from such attachments.
chrism