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Terrence Wilson
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December 22, 1946 - October 7, 2009

Thank you for your goodness and presence in  honoring Terrence.

Please allow me to share these few words with you.

May we all find comfort in the wonderful memories he has gifted us with.   GiGi

 


We live in the “I don’t know’s”

until one day, we KNOW.

We live with our not-knowing and acknowledge humbly in all we don’t know

that we are known by a power who is Knowing Itself (Oh! Blessed Assurance!)

We are drawn to that all our earthly lives…

…that is the truth, isn’t it?

 

There is a quieting of the soul which occurs when a loved one dies.

Part grief and part awe at this life process –

at the breath energy which enlivened the physical body

 – now “passed on” as we say…and so he is…

 

Terrence no longer needs that beautiful human container to house his breath.

It (the container!) becomes a sacred thing to us having housed his human energy.

Now, that energy, honest and pure joins Light and Love beyond comprehension.

The joy of it, the humor of it, the beauty of it is that not one of us

reading this written word has that pure vantage that our beloved Terrence now has!

Not one of us yet knows the Truth as he now does,

nor can claim the freedom he now has,

nor the wide breadth of knowledge he now has without illusion or shadow:

he now has sight beyond sight.

We are so limited here in these physical bodies, but Terrence is no longer limited!

Imagine!

Like all those seeds he planted in the gardens at home:  brown pods made restless covered by soil and awakened by water.  The ancient and often unthought-of of ritual of seed planting:  the brown pod cracks and bursts to give way to that which will take root and grow toward the Source of Light virtually exploding with the miracle of flower and fruit and color.

 

Terrence Wilson now one with the Divine who in our limited knowledge we name in countless languages with equally countless explanations!

 

Like a fine quilt, we all knew a part of him:  Terrence, T, TW, T-Rex,

Wilson, Daddy, cuz, Tance, My Man…

But only God knows and now holds the whole of him.

There is no shame now, no pain,

no regrets, no fear,

only Honor and Light and Freedom!

 

“Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror:  then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”

                           1 Corinthians 13:12

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That's my man creating his pots at the first shop on Main Street.

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