This month is an anniversary of a lot of transitions of loved ones in my life and in many friends’ lives. It is an interesting synchronicity, because this half-season between the Autumn Equinox and All Hallow’s Eve is sacred (as all seasons are) because of the awareness that all that comes eventually goes. It reminds us that security is only found in the Eternity within us. Security cannot be found within anything created (person, relationship, money, product, or system) because everything in form is temporary. All arises from the unseen order and all will return to the unseen at the given time. Eternity is our True Nature, though, and within the awareness of Oneness, all that comes and all that goes is never, ever lost. "There is no loss in bliss." When the veil is thin, as it is this time of year, we become more aware of the Truth of this.
I found this video on Facebook last month and even though it is sung in a different language it had so much energy behind it, I though they must know something of the unending power of our True Eternal Nature! Then I read the lyrics and wow!
Hanggai, the group singing, is a Mongolian Folk Rock group that is rooted in ancient and modern, eastern and western traditions. Listen in:
I found this video on Facebook last month and even though it is sung in a different language it had so much energy behind it, I though they must know something of the unending power of our True Eternal Nature! Then I read the lyrics and wow!
Hanggai, the group singing, is a Mongolian Folk Rock group that is rooted in ancient and modern, eastern and western traditions. Listen in:
The song's name translated is “Transmigration” [or Reincarnation] from the album "Go with your Heart." Here are the lyrics. So no wonder the power behind it!
Reincarnation
"Be it flying bird or blossoming flower, all living beings are alike.
Be it time, air or sunshine, we breathe and we share
Time wheels, we carry on
This moment could be short, it passes by and becomes eternal
"Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age and we die: life always go on
Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back
"Last year's sun still clings up in the sky, beautiful old songs still sung by us
We live the limited lives yet pass on crowning glory
There ought to be some faith unmoved in the forever changing world
"Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age and we die: life always go on
Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back
"Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age and we die: life always go on
Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back"
Blessings in this thin-veiled time, as we reflect on our own comings and goings, and on our enduring eternal Nature.
Reincarnation
"Be it flying bird or blossoming flower, all living beings are alike.
Be it time, air or sunshine, we breathe and we share
Time wheels, we carry on
This moment could be short, it passes by and becomes eternal
"Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age and we die: life always go on
Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back
"Last year's sun still clings up in the sky, beautiful old songs still sung by us
We live the limited lives yet pass on crowning glory
There ought to be some faith unmoved in the forever changing world
"Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age and we die: life always go on
Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back
"Spring, summer, autumn, winter: the seasons always go on
We're born, we live, we age and we die: life always go on
Kingdoms rise and fall, years gone by and still go on
Only the universe is eternal, while our youth never comes back"
Blessings in this thin-veiled time, as we reflect on our own comings and goings, and on our enduring eternal Nature.
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Monica McDowell is a dynamic speaker, author, and practitioner in alternative wellness and spirituality. She is the author of The Girl with a Gift, Confessions of a Mystic Soccer Mom, You are Light (internationally published by 6th Books in over 14 countries) and My Karma Ran Over My Dogma, and has the distinction of being the first ordained minister in America granted civil rights by a federal ruling. She lives in Seattle, Washington, USA, and can be reached at monica@monicamcdowell.com.
