Clochette - A Worldline in her Own Lifetime

Tonight I learned that Clochette had died. My first response, the sad shock which comes from knowing for the first time that someone you know has died, was inevitable. Then I felt glad for her. I am happy for her. She was a valuable prize for the higher planes to harvest. She was a thinker, a compassionate crusader, one who loved beyond the reality of loving and cared for the passion of caring. I did not know her in this reality, as she lived on the other side of the world. But we shared a connection, and exchanged thoughts across the virtual reality of email. From this I sense I knew her well enough to write something in tribute to her remarkable being, and reflect on her own words.

"I do so wish I could put my thoughts into some communicable form as there's been some interesting journeys, that's one good thing about this condition, the alternate conscious meanderings are so different and bring a new perspective to most thoughts.  Hopefully soon I'll have a lot more to share :)"

Clochette's condition was physical in manifestation, but psychological by result. She was not one to moan about paradoxical issues of health. And she kept her counsel, to the extent that she did not wish her true identity to be made public. She valued her privacy, her right to seclusion. Yet she had so much to give, and wanted so much to gather knowledge, that this world was not enough. Now that she has left it, I feel a strange certainty that her peace is tempered by an enthusiasm to explore all the avenues she wanted so much to discover.

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"You are very right in saying we don't choose where we are placed, well, knowingly in this consciousness.  Sometimes I like to contemplate that, whether we choose our lives in this dimension based on what we need to experience and learn.  Death is like the 'Game Over' sign and we get to choose which level we'd like to play next."

Clochette will choose well. Her guardians will see that she is well informed. Her descendants were indigenous Aboriginals and she will have known more about Dreamtime than any of us here in pretty England can hope to imagine. Beauty and truth are no stranger to her, and inevitably she will go on to teach others where the lessons need to be found.

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"Within Australian Indigenous belief, a person that has passed on should not be mentioned by name and the family members shouldn't look at images of them, for a period of between 12 months and 12 years (depending on the tribe).  The entanglement between family members is strong and it's believed that invoking the recently departed within our own consciousness can disrupt the spirit's journey within Dreamtime.  Within Dreamtime, there's no time and space, it's basically a quantum ruled reality and this can take some adjustment for some...as much as it does for the living."

So in deference to the respect she so richly deserves, I have kept her 'public' name in place here, and sign off with her own words, in testament to a remarkable person who touched many lives, including my own, with a magic only her kind can hope to understand.

"I can't seem to get my head around a linear time concept and find myself so drawn to a circular model, much like those of 'Eternal Return' - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eternal_return - yet not so finite in cycles, more a spiral or spirals (at times intersecting in events and eventual collision, like an arch in shape...that's a whole other paper right there, but I'm sure it's been written as these are ancient concepts.) Unless taken down to the subjective observer level of course.  At the observer, time is subjective to brain function and an individual's psychological matrix, thus making my observations a completely moot point.  It's times like this I do so wish I could write formula as it would be a lot easier to communicate something less tentative within the scientific realms.  I think that's why I love scientific subjects so much, everything is relative to the subject's perception. Heisenburg rules!"

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