This post answers questions for The Council from a reader named, Impelloe, that were raised after reading our post, Challenges, Suicide, and Spiritual Growth. Impelloe says they’re surprised The Council isn’t more discouraging of suicide and they make it seem like a viable option. The Council says suicide is a viable option. They ask why […]
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is full of passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are what we stay alive for!”
~Robin Williams as English professor John Keating in Dead Poets’ Society
I was nineteen years old when this movie came out, and I watched it only once then. After all these years, as I find myself helplessly trapped in the Greek corner of this horrible global domino and hanging on to I’m not sure what, this June I suddenly feel like seeing the Dead Poet’s Society again. And John Keating releases streams from my eyes again.
Two months later I wake up one morning and I hear it in the news. The craziest thing for me personally? Robin’s passing takes place on the most desperate birthday of my life! He leaves us just hours after my exact solar return on a super moon, and it is like I instantly feel the weight of all the burdens that had been weighing on his soul, and I know that he did not just abandon the fight while he could have been somehow saved.
Goodbye Brother Robin
And suddenly we hear it
and know our world is darker
for having lost a soul who fought
against monsters of deep.
So wildly funny though you were
we never failed to see it:
the sadness in your tender eyes
was always so explicit.
Your time had come; you did not fail
to stay any longer with us.
The skies are wise. All Planets knew
how they were dancing with you.
Your suffering now can be released;
it couldn’t have been more gracious.
Our brother Robin, rest in peace.
Your bright light lives on in us.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, October 2014
Dear Zelda Williams, please keep only loving messages like this one in your heart.
Dear Jenna-Leigh Black, thank you for astrologically showing us the timeliness of Robin’s departure.
It is all written in the heavens. To the very last detail of each one of our lifetimes. This is not fatalistic at all, because we do have free will and choice, and we cannot afford to be judging anyone, celebrity or not, for deciding to leave us in whatever way they choose. Those who judge and preach, willingly or unwillingly disregard what the other person has or had been going through. It is all too easy, and we are all guilty of this sometimes, since our souls are burdened in different ways, each of us has different lessons to master, and this makes our places in life seem agonizingly contradictory. They are not. We are all complementary pieces of one divine puzzle. Cells of one divine organism. Please do not listen to those whose dark mission is to be keeping us divided, blaming one another, working against one another. Do not inflict more pain on the most sensitive, tortured souls. We are all coming from somewhere and, as Ram Dass said, we are all just walking each other home. Please have empathy and offer love to all. Love is the only prayer.
Let us keep on denying the pointlessness of anything
and be dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life.
Seize the day, girls and boys! Make your lives extraordinary!
The Dead Poets’ Society here online free, especially for my younger poet friends.