On the Other-side of the Looking Glass

How does it feel to be on the other side Mother?

When I look at myself in the mirror are you standing on the other side, banging your hands and screaming, Sandra I’m here, look at me! Listen to me! Why can’t you hear me?!

That scene just reminded me of that movie Ghost. You know the one where the guy gets murdered and falls in his girlfriend’s lap (demi moore) and his soul follows her around to protect her from the murderer?

Only in this case, neither was mum murdered, nor does she have some unfinished business to deal with here on earth, thus her soul has floated and drifted to the other side...of the mirror or looking glass.

I was swimming in the sea today, freely floating on the surface of the water, trying to imagine what the other side looked like. This is what I could see.

Without a gravitational pull, Sea, Sun, Sand and Sky mixed together like a Tropical Colada. Souls freely floated like ice cubes in a drink, leaving behind streaks of white trails dotted with two big eyes and a banana shaped smile. Just how an elevator’s door slides open when you push a button, Matter splits in two creating a passage way that allows the soul move through. Trees, flowers, fruits and vegetables purely decorate the other side.  In resemblance to the earth, this other side is round, but incubated in a glass ceiling. Souls levitate to the top, without a space shuttle or rocket and observe our earth. Waving their hands from left to right at their loved ones on earth, who sadly can’t see of hear them. How do these souls feel? Just like I long for being with Mother, I am positive that she longs to be with me. The other side may be prettier. Indeed she may be floating and flying. She may be living a life unbound by time or space. But what’s the point of living when separated from a loved one? Indeed the connection will always remain but so will the frustration in inherent in our inability to communicate, separated by a glass ceiling. I know Mother, I wish I could break it too.