Why did this happen - sister passing 18.1 to 26

[MeltingPot247]

Hi all,

My beautiful sister, one year and one week older than me appears to have taken her life and I am currently in a state of shock and disbelief.

I love her so much...and she seemed to be doing so well... And then this happens?

Our mother passed away in Nov 2014, my mother's sister in March 2015, my mother/aunt's father in March 2003 - paternal grandmother in February 2011 and paternal grandfather in 2002.

My siblings and I have regularly talked about our childhood trauma, but weve also talked about our recent and ongoing successes and good things in life.

How to interpret 18.1 to 26 in this context.
I am a bit too upset to interpret at the moment and would appreciate any help

 

[Trojina]

I'm so sorry MeltingPot I really can't imagine how you must feel right now. I am very sad for you.

You asked why this happened and of course I can't claim to know from this answer so I will just offer what I do see in the answer.


From Hilary's translation in wikiwing

'Ancestral father's corruption.
There is a son,
The deceased elders are without fault.
Danger. In the end, good fortune.'


For a why it looks all to do with family history which is what you've indicated. Corruption passes down generations and generations, one can't even see the root of it all. But here the child, your sister I think, seems to bring redemption of some kind as if they take on all the hurts and in doing so resolve or finish a whole pattern of harm or wrongdoing. It actually is in a sense the story of Jesus and today is Good Friday. This does not in any way make it any better at all, it's a tragic loss of life I just couldn't help but see the link with 18.1.

But you posted the question and that's what I see from 18.1 here that your sister possibly took on a lot of the burdens of the family and she herself is not only blameless she also in a spiritual sense perhaps, put things right in the family even going way back from before she was even born. So she has accomplished something special for your family with her life, the way she lived her life. Sadly something was too much, perhaps in taking so much on herself it contributed to her mental state ?

Another thing that comes to mind is is it possible she was ill, had a genetic disorder that either affected her state of mind or was terminal ?

It seems unfeeling for me to speculate I'm just giving what the reading brings to mind.

Do take care of yourself

 

[breakmov]

I am very sorry for your loss.

I think it reflects in this moment your state of soul and helplessness, of not knowing how to react to all this. It is an attempt to search, to "acquire" an answer and a meaningful way to learn how to deal with the corruption linked to something very old, and that repeats itself throughout time, like a person putting an end to his own life.

breakmov

 

[marybluesky]

Very sorry Meltingpot;
as you now I was recently going through a very tough period of my life and know how the shocks can paralyze one, then there's the particular love between sisters.

I think in this situation, 18.1 confirms the corruption caused by the previous generation of your family, that the departed are free from blame; then invites you to rectify the bad effects of the past- as you've done up to this day.

 

[rosada]

Deepest sympathy, Melting Pot.

 

[hilary]

Melting Pot, I'm so sorry for your loss.

I don't have much to add about the reading - only that the word in Hexagram 26 we translate 'taming' or 'accumulating' etc includes meanings like 'providing for' and 'nurturing'. So there is some sense around this of great caring, a willingness to stretch further, protect and nourish. That seems to go with Trojina's understanding.

 

[radiofreewill]

Big hugs to you and your siblings, MeltingPot ~ I'm sorry for your loss.

"Why did this happen?"
18.1 to 26 ~ To show you and your siblings the way across the great water.

The judgment text for 18 says that to work on what has been spoiled has "supreme success." I read your sister as the superior person in the image text, stirring-up the rest of you, and urging you to strengthen your spirits.

Line 1 says it's the responsibility of the living to repair the problem, and in this case the problem is attributed to the male role in the family generational pattern. Solving this problem is difficult, but brings good fortune "in the end."

The male role being the Creative, brings stability and insight to the family. Whereas, the female role is the Receptive, focused on the nurture and development of the family.



What has spoiled here is the ability to take-up the witness position, which would give you and your siblings the stability and insight needed to escape the washer machine of certain death.

Even right now, with the weight of sadness and loss draped all over you ~ it's possible to discern that the sadness and loss are actually happening to your body/mind ~ but not your Awareness? This is the shout-out your sister is sending back ~ fix the witness position, and the big animal (ego) will be tamed by your Spirit naturally through stability and insight?



Once you occupy the witness position, you can begin to explore it intimately? It doesn't have a beginning or an end to it ~ it's simply constantly present? It witnesses everything without being affected by anything. Might this extend to witnessing death ~ unaffected ~ as well?

That, you'll have to try and see for yourselves, but, imho, your sister is sending the good news that there is a way out of mortality, the great water, to eternity, if you'll make the effort?

So, my advice is work on what has been spoiled through prayer life, or meditation, or self-enquiry, and dedicate the effort to your sister?

Much love and many blessings to all of you ~ I hope this helps!

 

[radiofreewill]

In most spiritual traditions, the person 'owns' this life, and the trip to the next. In the Eastern traditions, people can awaken to their true self both in life, and during the trip to the next after death.

Sometimes the margins are incredibly close?

This is Eckhart Tolle from his book, "The Power of Now":

"Until my thirtieth year, I lived in a state of almost continuous anxiety interspersed with periods of suicidal depression. It feels now as if I am talking about some past lifetime or somebody else’s life.

One night not long after my twenty-ninth birthday, I woke up in the early hours with a feeling of absolute dread. I had woken up with such a feeling many times before, but this time it was more intense than it had ever been. The silence of the night, the vague outlines of the furniture in the dark room, the distant noise of a passing train — everything felt so alien, so hostile, and so utterly meaningless that it created in me a deep loathing of the world. The most loathsome thing of all, however, was my own existence. What was the point in continuing to live with this burden of misery? Why carry on with this continuous struggle? I could feel that a deep longing for annihilation, for nonexistence, was now becoming much stronger than the instinctive desire to continue to live.

“I cannot live with myself any longer.” This was the thought that kept repeating itself in my mind. Then suddenly I became aware of what a peculiar thought it was. “Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the ‘I’ and the ‘self’ that ‘I’ cannot live with.” “Maybe,” I thought, “only one of them is real.”

I was so stunned by this strange realization that my mind stopped. I was fully conscious, but there were no more thoughts. Then I felt drawn into what seemed like a vortex of energy. It was a slow movement at first and then accelerated. I was gripped by an intense fear, and my body started to shake. I heard the words “resist nothing,” as if spoken inside my chest. I could feel myself being sucked into a void. It felt as if the void was inside myself rather than outside. Suddenly, there was no more fear, and I let myself fall into that void. I have no recollection of what happened after that.

I was awakened by the chirping of a bird outside the window. I had never heard such a sound before. My eyes were still closed, and I saw the image of a precious diamond. Yes, if a diamond could make a sound, this is what it would be like. I opened my eyes. The first light of dawn was filtering through the curtains. Without any thought, I felt, I knew, that there is infinitely more to light than we realize. That soft luminosity filtering through the curtains was love itself. Tears came into my eyes. I got up and walked around the room. I recognized the room, and yet I knew that I had never truly seen it before. Everything was fresh and pristine, as if it had just come into existence. I picked up things, a pencil, an empty bottle, marveling at the beauty and aliveness of it all. That day I walked around the city in utter amazement at the miracle of life on earth, as if I had just been born into this world."

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