Author Archives: aezora

life and death
Jul 19 2011

The Balance of Life and Death

My Dearest Aezora,

Life and Death are a never ending cycle.  With one comes the other, dancing and flowing about one another like a ballet dancer on stage. Their dance is an intricate
one; the choreography new, and unknown- yet as old as time itself.  Its theory of chaos, and peace, is wrought with complexity- and unpredictability.

We have a manner of things to try to cheat death. Medicines created from plant life, animal life, synthesized to specifically treat one item or another, or life support, for one whose body can no longer sustain daily functioning, like breathing. Throughout all this, the lesson we are taught is still clear- death cannot, and will not, be cheated. He is not evil- as some believe. He is the true one, the only one, the ethereal balance between the lines we tread. Between the lines of life and death. With one step we could easily shift from one world, to the other.

During this period of your life I know you feel as if the shadow of death is creeping just beyond your field of vision. You see him and turn, only to see nothing. You can feel his presence, forever watching your every move.  Taken from you are a grandfather, and grandmother, whose lifetime of wisdoms were never fully passed on. Taken from you is a child, brought so closely to the world, to be lost before you even knew her. Taken from you is a friend, whose unconditional love made all other loss seem bearable- which now, is unbearable.

Though I know it is hard to understand now, and to believe this, their lives are not truly lost.  It doesn’t matter whether you believe in a heaven, hell, or even purgatory. They stand beside you, around you, within you- immortal within your memories of them. Call to them, remember them, they will come and in your darkest hour, provide the light that can guide you back from the depths of depression and despair.

Through you, they will live forever. Through you, they can experience a life they never were able to live. Through you, and your eyes, they can see their families grow.

Letting go is hard; but not impossible. Letting go does not mean you forget them. Letting go is an understanding  of temporary separation between you, your loss, and the powers that watch carefully over the balance which is life, and death.

Do not forget that they live within you.  When you live, you live for them. You laugh,
you cry, and you dance for them- an intricate weave of love and memories.

Do not forget- and they will live forever within you, and yours.

Always and always,

Futuristically yours,

Neuzora

perception, rainbow eyes
Jun 20 2011

Perception

My dearest Aezora-

I understand life seems unreal right now-

The dream world you find yourself within is chaotic and
violent-

Your reality is limited to our own imaginations…it is a
perception of the individual mind…your individual mind-

Take for example the colors of the rainbow-

It shines in shimmering brilliance after the storm…An omen
of safety –

Its colors are the basic…Red, yellow, orange, green, blue, indigo,
and violet

These colors are given a universal name, in every language a
different word, only used to identify the same color.

These colors are different however, never the same- as
unique as a finger print-

Each person sees a different hue, a different variation-Their perception creating a unique world of vibrant color, or neutral grays.

Though your own perception of reality is unique- you share
your experiences with all those you come into contact with-

Each person you walk by, stand beside, touch, speak to-

Each person you look at, or smile at, even pass by on the
interstate on the way to work in the morning is one you share reality with,
however different your perceptions.

Your experiences are similar, though interpreted differently-

It is these interpretations that separate us into our realties…into
the dream worlds we find ourselves walking through each day-

Do not be afraid to embrace this reality, this dream world.-

It is a permanent part of who you are and you cannot escape
it-

The only way to live through it…is to accept it in its
entirety-

Next time you see a rainbow, glittering in the sky after a storm remember this
letter and you will find peace is a dark and turbulent reality-
Always and Always,
Futuristically Yours-  NeuZora

shattered glass
Jun 17 2011

The Wisdom Of Pain

My Dearest Aezora,

In this letter I write to convey wisdom to the sorrow you feel under the circumstances-

You should know it is not your fault- you could have done… nothing to change the situation…no way to void it-

I know the pain is great…but all will move on…the pain will never pass…never truly go away…but in time you will become numb to it-

The loss felt, in reality, is for the best in honesty and will strengthen your bond with your own self in morals and ethics…though  your trust in both is now shattered-

Do not allow the pain…the feelings to overwhelm who you are-

Do not allow them to consume you-

Do not be afraid to cry-

I understand the hate you hold within you is great-

You must release it…Forgive him if not for him…for yourself-

It is the only way you will be able to move on..the only way to even begin to heal-

Trust is such a fragile emotion…like glass…easily broken…not so easily restored to its former glory and beauty-

Give yourself time-

You will heal…your faith restored-

Nichiren Daishonen gave the best advice when he said…” Never let life’s hardships disturb you…no one can avoid problems, not even saints or sages. “

Remember…you are the weed…and you are stronger than you think…and appear to be-

Always and Always,

Futuristically Yours,

NeuZora

Lilly in a Pond
Jun 14 2011

A Weed By Any Right

Dearest Aezora-

S. Scott Fitzgerald actually said it best-   “Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat”

They are good words to live by no matter who you are or where you are from- especially if you live with

A world on your shoulders.  You were never meant to be Atlas- why do you pretend to be?

You reading this now, asking yourself who I am.

I wish I could tell you. I can’t really. It isn’t because I don’t want to, or won’t either, I really don’t have the ability to tell you exactly who I am.

Why?

Because not even I know exactly who I am, but I do know who you are.

I’ve been where you are, and have gone where you are going.

It wasn’t easy for me, and unfortunately it will not be for you- but I can say that you will make it.

The road ahead is going to be long and the mountains that you will climb arduous;  But you’ll make it.

Think of yourself like a lily in a pond. You are weed by any right. You’re roots plunge into the depths of the water clearing it of toxins for those that live beneath, your broad leaves provide shade and sanctuary through even the hottest of summers-  you are quick to adapt, and it seems no matter how many times you are cut down or pulled up, you come back- stronger than you ever were before.

See?  I know you well. Better than you know yourself at this point.

It is a creepy thought, I know, having someone know you so intimately- and at the same time, isn’t it a relief?

I know, more often than naught, you feel alone. You are the only one in the middle of a mountain, and you have barely enough strength to lift your eyes to the heavens one last time in repence- But you aren’t- you have family, you should learn to lean on them.

In a way- you have me now too- letters, much like this one, will find their way to you through the digital maze of our online world-  Some you will like- other’s you won’t.  They won’t always be expected, or wanted, but they will always be absolutely truthful in every way.  Sometimes- truth is the one thing we don’t get of enough in life-

Until then, I will always be Futuristically Yours,

NeuZora