After a full day teaching a Reiki 2 class, we had Imelda's memorial at the studio. I was told many times how much she loved it there with all the good energies. She was happy she found that place to teach out of.
About 20 people showed up for the memorial, and more watched online. During the service, her partner, Brian, played some of her favorite music. He then talked about meeting her, their 13 years together, and her life in general.
Her sister-in-law spoke about similar things, always coming back to how positive she was, and how she carried that forward. Her brother echoed those comments. I had asked to speak. I didn’t want to speak, but felt I had to, and expected spirit to do the heavy lifting as it would be inspirational speaking (allowing spirit to give you the topic and guide you through what to say).
Imelda was standing in the back near where I was sitting. As I got up to speak, I touched her energies and stayed with them for a couple seconds.
As best I can remember (and I don’t remember much as this is how it works), I spoke of her promise and her talents. I talked about how she passed her gifts onto others, and that those that were her students had been telling me of their promise to live up to the gifts she had given them. Spirit took me through a couple of turns that I had not seen coming, like thanking her for everything she had done for us, and vowing to continue her teachings as I could. I then talked about her lighting candles, and how we keep lighting more candles and spreading the light.
When I was done, they played the song I had written. Everyone loved it. It said about what she was and still is.
They played more music, and show slides of her life.
After it was all over, a lot of people came up to me and told me that they loved the song, and if I write music. Uhh, no, I only write filk. Others told me how profound the words I spoke were. One said that the idea of lighting one candle and more with that, and more with that until there was a blaze was amazing. I stood there trying to remember what I had said, and realized that I had said that.
My friends and students that were also Imelda’s students told me that what I said was very uplifting. And I realized that the memorial couldn’t be just tears and remembrances. It had to be a promise to carry on. It had to be a feeling of passing the torch, of living up to the promise. And that is what I had talked about.
It was all guided by spirit. Their hand(s) made it happen. Mountains were moved to get the song recorded and played. And everything was as it was supposed to be.