Like the trees of Pandora, we are all linked harmonically to an energy pattern, a network of thoughts, emotions, deeds, and souls. When one of us falls, especially one of our beloved ones, we turn our heads and cry out, “How? Why? What went wrong?” (Fair journey, Robin Williams. We love you.)
But the explanation is right before our eyes: Our most creative contributors, those who see the future, the past, the ironies, the insights, and the aspirations, they are the open-minded spirits who use this network of information, the infinitely streaming macrocosm of Intelligence in all its manifestations, to bring to us the visions of what can and could be.
Robin Williams was no exception. He possessed the ability to reach up energetically and to open up his mind to a stream of bubbling wit and sparkling insight. He swam in the oceans of laughter and sank beneath the waves of despair.
We know he was fighting, now, and from all we as bystanders can see, the fight was long-lasting and fiercely conducted. But what was he fighting? Mere manifestations of his own mind? Hardly.
Why would his channelship (for that’s what it was) cease when the subject matter, the emotion at hand, turned to a darker, sadder tone? It did not. Like so many before him, his brilliant skill at bringing through other and higher tones of laughter and joy also connected him to the despairing, dampening, and ultimately, destructive rungs of life in the universe.
Psychic channelship is a two-edged sword. I say we are all connected, but it’s not a chaotic proposition. We choose where we connect and with whom by what we carry in our minds. As a dance instructor told us last week, “It’s simple; but it’s not easy.”