The Holy Death
I was sitting in front of my Santa Muerte altar this morning praying quietly, with an offering of water and candles. I wasn't petitioning her for anything but just spending some time in her presence. She has been in my dreams. People sometimes focus on her fearsome reputation to the exclusion of all else. My experience is that she is a very sweet and beautiful spirit. Serene, kind and wise. Whilst some might describe her as 'hot' to borrow a term from the ATRs (which may or may not be useful in the context of this spirit) to me she comes across very graceful, holy and cool. I cant say why that is exactly - nor how it came about that she got linked to such heavy stuff (and I don't mean black magic). Although, there is no disputing the fact that sometimes seemingly sweet spirits can have a very dangerous side.
Anyway, I was sitting praying very quietly and it was, for lack of another word, very blessed. I finished up and sat down at my laptop and almost immediately came across this curious little piece of writing, and in the most unlikely of places too. It was like the Bony One was talking directly to me in that moment - like she had arranged this little meaningful coincidence. So, I thought I would share this piece of writing - which seems special to me today. More than that, it seems to communicate a perspective - perhaps the true message this special saint brings - a message sometimes obscured by her other associations :
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end. It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught. What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence, but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone. What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters...
After some googling I discovered was written originally by Michael Josephson.