I've been off platform lately, mostly engaging, when I've been able, with the WhatsApp plant group. The last several months have been increasingly revolving around processing my father's demise - after a difficult time, he finally passed early morning Easter Sunday. 85 years old, my dad Stan was an artist, a marine, a hairstylist, an international karate champion, and a handyman. Born in N Hollywood, California, he grew up in Dallas, Texas before moving back to California and then Idaho. He had two marriages, each producing a daughter and then a son. I am the eldest. I've touched on my process with this in this group a few times as it's been rocking my world. I'm drawn to share now as being new to Mayan astrology and Dreamspell, I've found it fascinating to learn that as a Red Electric Dragon, I am my father's Guide seal, and he as a Red Solar Serpent he is my Guide seal. I'd love to learn more about that connection.

It's been an incredibly difficult process for my siblings and I the last couple of years and especially the last few months. My father has been difficult to connect to in our lives, he's been quite the narcissist and that sets us up to believe he is everything while not being able to really and truly connect with the man. I've said it feels like we belong to him but he doesn't belong to us. When we tried to share things we accomplished with him, he would go silent and ask about one of our siblings, whoever wasn't there, deflecting connection. I've started looking forward to being able to get to know him once he's released from this 3D existence and is accesible as his true higher self, something that didn't feel possible in this lifetime.

During the later stages of Parkinsons, when he was in and out of presence, he had dramatic falls and snapped occasionaly into his previous time as a Karate expert, punching my sister who was his caretaker in the face on a few occasions. This led to his being removed from his house and put into a care facility where he became known as a violent and bitter man. Not only was this sad and difficult to witness, but I had to discontinue contact with him as interacting with his anger and bitterness and the mean things he would say started causing me to wake up daily near panic attack.

During the last couple decades, my father was strongly identified with his house and very much didn't want to leave it, but we had to make that choice for everyone's safety. My dad's house always had a very uncomfortable energy in it. I hated being there and many people felt it and commented on it feeling dark and creepy. Not sure if that was about the house or my dad - I feel it was a combination of the two of them together, but once he stopped living in the house, it needed to be put up for sale. Since he has been miserable and angry for quite some time now, and we were feeling that he wasn't enjoying life, we felt his release would be a relief to all. My sister and I talked about how the house felt like a strong cord to him and his existence, and were curious if he would let go once the house was gone. I also started feeling into the connection I'd discovered about my being his guide seal and his being my guide seal. The phrase I was finding about my role in that relationship is about beginning life anew - "Let life begin." I wondered about my role in this time of his life, guiding him into the next realm. Can I also say Let life end? Or can I say, Let life begin in a new realm?

After a couple months of selling the house, on the morning of Good Friday, April 3rd, the final papers were signed. My sister and I spoke that morning and wondered again if he would be able to let go. Unaware of what each other were doing, we both got off that call and did some meditating and cord cutting for our dad, intending to release him from these attachments. Four hours later, my sister got a call that he had stopped eating, was non responsive and was being given days to live - that he may not make it through the weekend. I flew out to them Saturday morning and while we were up late into Sunday morning going through a box of his old photos and letters, we got the call that he had passed. We went directly to the facility and were able to be there as they wheeled him out. They stopped to have a military person play tapps and had him covered with an American flag [that process was weird to witness - something for another conversation].

At this point, I'm struck by our intentions of helping him be able to release after his house was gone and that it happened so immediately; if my dad and my roles as each other's guide seals have been a part of this process; the synchronicities around his passing at Easter which is connected to resurrection - my hope to engage with him outside of the 3D - realizing that my first/middle/and last names mean resurrection/rebirth/enduring spirit; I don't know... there's a lot. Thank you for this space to share. I know you all have such depth of understanding and I'm grateful to be able to share on this level here. I'm including some photos as tribute. He was a difficult man, but he was my dad and is a part of who I am and why I am the way I am and why I do what I do. I'm grateful for the energenetic gifts and abilities and release anything handed down that no longer serves our lineage. In'lakesh.

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